Let The Good Times Roll

This was the weekend of the now Internationally-known Copacabana Party. Miss Evie (aka Yoyo, my hood ornament, or the asian girl with the huge glasses in these photos) is skipping town and moving to Dubai in a week or so; leaving Doha minus a town drunk.

After assembling an emergency BBQ pit, I got to grillin' and everyone else got to drinkin' around 12:30 p.m. Several kilos of charred animal flesh and liters of fermented/distilled/concocted beverages later, we were full, buzzed and happy.

All this despite the fact that the maintenance crew neglected to tell us that the pool was undergoing repairs and would not have any water in it. Oh well, when life hands you lemons, ask that they be sliced so you can use them in your cocktail. :)