According to the Met. dept, last weekend was going to be the last one we could actually spend outdoors, after which the dreadful summer would descend on us poor mortals who live in the Middle East and send us scurrying indoors.
So my friends and I planned a picnic at the beach for Friday. Of course, this plan was made on Thursday night, after one too many drinks, so the plans were all a little hazy and lacking in detail, details like when & where to meet, what time we’d set off… ? Who cares! That’s the kinds stuff sober people worry about!
And so it was that I woke up at 11am to a gray Friday morning, with a mild hangover, and saw a bunch of messages on our group chat about how I needed to be ready to leave in no time at all, with hot dogs (cos apparently I’d agreed to bring hot dogs to the picnic the previous night).
When I was finally on my way, it started to rain lightly.
Of course, us folk in the Middle East love our rains, few and far between as they are. But it stopped soon enough and when we got to the beach in Umm al Quwain, it was dry enough, but too cold to get into the water.
That didn’t matter, cos we had other things to keep us occupied.
Good food (albeit junk!), drinks and conversation… what more can one ask of a weekend?
Here’s to more such wonderful weekends, where not much is gotten done, but that’s okay, cos that’s what weekends are for!