'Storm'

After we managed to escape the restaurant we decided to party on and myself and B piled into someones car and started driving up through the mountains, God knows where we were heading.
As we drove through village after village we eventually stopped at the entrance to what looked like a large ski-hut in the middle of nowhere. Completely made out of timber with a small neon light over the door that read 'Storm'. As we opened the door the place erupted with music and dancing, we were at the local nightclub.

Have to say this place was brilliant and for pure enjoyment and having fun was on a par with anything we went to in Beirut. The music was mostly dance music from the UK but every 15 minutes the DJ would drop in an Arabic record and the place would explode with screams and energy and everyone seemed to just loose it.

The drink situation in this place was new to me. Someone had rang ahead and booked a table for our group and when you arrive you order bottles of whatever you want, in our case scotch and vodka. With the spirits comes all the mixers you want and when you empty one bottle of scotch you simply order another and the bill gets settled at the end of the night before you leave. My main problem with this was it was a recipe for drinking more and drinking quicker. There was no bar or queue of people to negotiate, just the table in front of you teeming with bottles of spirits for you to pour at will.

Not sure how we got home or at what time but more than likely one of the village lads dropped us off. I do remember however, being told just before I collapsed on my bed that we were invited to a formal function tomorrow, a 50th Wedding Anniversary in the village. More drinking and more dancing I thought, brilliant.

In the top photo (left - right) is Chadi, Simon, George, Spring, Ferris & D.

Below is Susie Saab celebrating her birthday in good style. Think that was her third bottle.