This never happens

Last night, I went out with 8 or 9 of my new closest friends for happy hour at a very high-end bar/restaurant in Dubai. It ran about 5 hours longer than planned, and I'm not quite sure how this happened, but a couple of Emirati business moguls ended up treating our whole group to high-end scotch and Chandon all night. Since I'm new in town, I had no idea who they were, but apparently the other women with me recognized their names from a variety of buildings and plazas around the city. (Imagine: Dan Meyer Plaza. Dan Meyer Square. Dan Meyer Trade Center. You get the idea.) Which would explain their ability to pay the tab which must have been in the thousands. I tried to order water at one point and the waitress was like, "Yes I will bring you water but Mr. so-and-so has requested that we serve you champagne as well." Oh-kay, bring it on, I suppose. I actually left a half a glass of the most expensive champagne I've ever tasted sitting on the bar when we left. At the end of the night, my partners in crime were telling me, "This never, ever, ever happens." And I'm glad, because I might have gotten the mistaken impression that this was somehow normal. (Ha.) Discretion requires that we all remain nameless; those guys shouldn't have been drinking in public while dressed in full garb, and word certainly shouldn't get around that we were cavorting as such. But, it was really fun- and they were very intelligent, educated, gentlemanly, and fun to chat with. I didn't talk to them much, mostly kept a reasonable distance with a couple of the other ladies who were less ridiculously inebriated-(still plenty healthy, don't get me wrong)- but I did chat with them a bit and they taught me a few words of Arabic. It was a surreal night.