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Oh yeah it's Ladies Night

Off to Nasimi Beach at Atlantis on the Palm tonight with The Mummy Posse. I'm expecting a chilled-out night hanging out on the beach with good sounds and a relaxed crowd. I'll let you know if the reality lives up to the promise when I post a review tomorrow.

Free drinks from 8-10pm, all you ladies out there. Grab your flip flops and come on down. 

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Anonymous said…
Sounds luxurious!
Anonymous said…
Ah those were the days when I lived in Dubai, some good nights out at Nasimi Beach, all glammed up with feet in the sand, glass of bubbly in hand and a laugh with the girls. Can't beat it.
Harpenden Housewife
Kate B. said…
Harpenden Housewife, wish you were coming with us tonight. Shall we try to recreate the vibe in Italy at Easter? :-) Looking forward to seeing you in a few weeks!! x
Anonymous said…
Watch out for the sparkly, extremely darkred concoction they serve up at Nasimi! will be looking out for you on the school run tomorrow.....have a great night
Unknown said…
Enjoy your night sweets.. wishing I was there and not working. Hey Grazia loved our RWGP mugs they put it up on facebook! Off to bed now night night sx..

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