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The Dubai Review: Nasimi Beach City Beach Girls

Having lived in Dubai for a couple of years now, I'm confident I can claim to be a bit of a veteran of the infamous Dubai Ladies Night scene. Having done the rounds of most of the usual suspects (and some of them are very suspect), I'm happy to say that Nasimi Beach on Tuesday nights has the potential to be a truly great hang-out for the best sort of girlfriend gathering.

Why? Well, picture this - on the beach, sand between your toes, lounging on beanbags and low sofas with a gorgeous view out across the water, attentive service, a decent menu of snacks and sharing platters, and a generous freebie of three cocktails per 'laydee' between 7-9pm (choose between the mighty Mojito, strawberry Daiquiris, Cosmopolitans or white wine). Happy days... or rather, happy nights.

Then add a superb mix of music designed to take you all the way down musical memory lane and back - we're talking a toe-tapping jamboree of disco, funk and pop, including this rather excellent tune:



My only complaint was that the place just wasn't busy enough. By the time we left at a rather respectable 11pm (we old girls just don't have the same stamina levels anymore) it was filling up a bit, but a slightly more heaving crowd would have made it a truly excellent night.

Sort it out people! We need to get the word out.

The Mummy Posse at play

Comments

plastic paddy said…
I expect everyone was at home detoxing for the World Cup!
Kate B. said…
lightweights. :-)
Anonymous said…
Sounds fab. I am willing to try it out for the cause of market research. May even make it past the 11pm mummy watershed.
Anonymous said…
Looking good girls.... I'll join you for the next one, but only if Club Tropicana is on the playlist....
Anonymous said…
Alcoholic drinks? In public? Is "The Man" lying to us about that too!

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