Yesterday afternoon, I went into Doha with Lee, Eddy, and Brandon. Lee got switched to night shift last week, so we didn't leave until 4 PM, but we didn't have any less fun. After some light shopping at the mall, we headed downtown to eat at the W Hotel.
We liked the food and the ambiance so much, we ended up staying there the rest of the evening. Brandon's sheltered, southern upbringing made him the king of unintentional one-liners. When the server brought my after-dinner espresso, he asked, "Whut the hell izzat?"
After dinner, we moved from our table to the lounge for drinks. I had the best Mojito on the planet, but stopped after that because I was driving. The rest of the guys wanted to indulge a little more, which included shots, something Lee wasn't sure he could handle.
Our very attentive bartender was named "Earth," (He said his sister was "Venus.") and he made the guys very happy, perfectly mixing the drinks and even lighting the B-52 shots. It was another great night in Doha, and it's kinda sad to think this was my last trip here for a while.