The Sleepover.

The weirdest thing happened yesterday... there was no electricity in about 70% of the city. My dad joked about how UAE was becoming more like Pakistan each day. I didn't reply. I knew the reason for this massive power failure was as massive as the power failure. The electricity disappeared and returned throughout the day as if it were learning how to apparate. When I was supposed to return home, the power disapparated again. I seized this opportunity to stay the night at Q's house. Dad allowed me to. He had no real choice in the matter - I refused to climb up 11 floors again to reach a powerless house with no air conditioning.
Chelsea wasn't sure if she was going to spend the night. Her parents said they would pick her up but when they didn't show, Chelsea found out from her sister that their building had no electricity either so they weren't going to pick her up after all. They refused to climb down and then back up 12 floors to reach a powerless house with no air conditioning.
Q's house was somehow, miraculously, the only one of our three homes that had power throughout the night. We spent our first ever successful sleepover rescuing helium balloons from the ceiling for Q's nieces, inhaling the helium from one of the balloons after it began deflating and talking in that high, JamesBlunt-y voice.
The night wasn't completely as fun as I am making you believe. Lots of shit happened, of course, because shit always happens. Our hangouts are incomplete without it. This night was no different. My dad didn't really approve of me sleeping there, Chel's parents were angry at her, Q had a disagreement with her husband over something trivial and I'm pretty sure Q's mom wasn't happy with me laughing during prayers.
When we finally fell asleep, it was well past 5 am.

The First One.

Good morning/noon/evening/whateverdependingonwhereyouare!
I'm sure you have stumbled across this blog by accident, and I hope you haven't stubbed your toe while doing so.
Let me tell you the story behind this blog. Q, Chelsea and I were very bored during the summer of '09 so we decided to create a blog to share our boredom with each other and with you. It would help us pass the time and let us be creative too.
Right now I'm sitting in Q's living room, eating popcorn, wishing Chelsea didn't have to go home so early and lamenting the fact that I only have two whole years of teenhood ahead of me. Today is my birthday. My eighteenth. A milestone. And what am I doing to celebrate? Nothing special. Just hanging out at Q's while she chats with her guy on the other laptop.
Q, Chelsea and I live in the wonderful land of Dubai. It may be crowded, congested with half-constructed buildings everywhere, but its home and we love it.
The three of us will be blogging about anything and everything we want. I will probably rant. Chelsea will probably provide insightful food for thought and Q will provide the laughs and randomness. (Of course, I am only speculating here, Q and Chels.)
I hope you enjoy reading our blog, please leave a comment to tell us what we should and should not do.
See you soon!
~Honeybee
PS; Q is currently making a fool of herself by dancing with her three little neices and going "lalalalaaa, lalalalaaa"