Today we went to a little 5 year old’s birthday party. Except it wasn’t the usual have some friends over, play pass the parcel, eat cake and go home sort of party. No this was *insert dramatic music* an Emirati birthday party.
The sky was the limit.
Firstly, getting to the place was incredible enough. I ventured inside the ‘non ex pat’ area and found myself gasping at each house, or should i say Castle.
For confidential purposes I did not take a picture of the actual house, but below you will find the type of house available in the area.
Personally I was doing back flips at the plethora of yummy, delicious sweets. But I cringed at the fact that my my daughter would be digesting enough sugar to possibly give her Diabetes type 2. Amongst many things, there was a ‘Candy Buffet’, where kids scoop lollies into small bags – at free will.
Upon entering the humongous entry foyer (the size of my entire apartment), I take in everything on offer for this little girls party. Imagine my amazement when I realise they have hired some ladies to give the girls manicures and pedicures. There were mini foot spas. And while getting the nails done, they got shoulder massages. Dear Lord, I.could.have.fainted. I needed that massage.
Outside in the blistering heat, there was a Cotton Candy machine and a magician, who was able to pluck doves out of thin air. There were ponies. There was candy. Actually, there was enough candy to make Willy Wonka feel poor.
Personally I was doing back flips at the plethora of yummy, delicious sweets. But I cringed at the fact that my 5 year old daughter would be digesting enough sugar to possibly give her Diabetes type 2. There was easily 20 children scooping lollies into small bags – at free will.
I notice the birthday girl has a shimmering silver chain bracelet on her slender tanned arm. Upon closer inspection, it turns out to be a Tiffany bracelet (ofcourse), given to her by her 9 year old sister. I cringed at the ‘My Little Pony’ gift we had brought with us.
The mother of the birthday girl was amazingly dressed in a shimmering, glitzy abaya. She walked around gently reminding everyone to try this, or try that. The hospitality was incredible and although there were heaps of nanny’s everywhere I looked, I still felt like she cared.
While my daughter was getting her hair blow waved (!!), I firmly made a decision not to get mad, or scoff at the scenario. Although this sort of party goes against everything I (and humanity) believe in, I decided to embrace birthday party’s – Dubai Style.
Or maybe it was because us mum’s also got a shoulder massage. Hmmm.