Flashing some Flesh

No matter where I move, or what I pack, I always end up thinking the same thing... I should have brought more clubbing dresses.

While I was getting ready to leave for "The Middle East", I had a very serious packing session with my sisters. They would hold something up, and we would decide if it was modest enough. If you know me at all, you will know that not many things made the cut. You could hear us proclaiming; "Too low cut.", "Too much leg", "Too see through and sparkly and neon"(that dress was my favorite). I cut down to about 15% of my original wardrobe.

I was very sad to see them go. I hoped they would wait for me.

To the delight of my resourceful sisters, I packed away all my pretties (which I'm sure they've divvied up between the two of them by now), and headed East with my most modest outfits. Cowl necks, maxi dresses, and scarves by the dozen all came with me. The first night we went out on the town, I wore one of my long dresses, sandals, with a scarf to cover my shoulders. I felt pretty good; until I saw what the other girls were wearing.

This wasn't them, but it very well could have been.

Everyone else was wearing the dresses I had left behind! There was leg, cleavage and spandex as far as the eye could see. And not one damn scarf. Not one. It stands to logic, that traditional Muslim women wouldn't be at a bar, which means no hijabs. Traditional Muslims don't drink, and, as I now know, the bars are full of scantily dressed women. Not the best place for modesty. Last week, I decided it was time to replenish my supply of sexy. In essence, I was bringing sexy back.

It's not sparkly, but it IS neon. My friend said I could be an air traffic controller... I think that means I nailed it.

Before I moved, I also stocked up on my basics - tee shirts, leggings, long sleeve shirts - because I figured there wouldn't be quick access to my favorite stores here. On the contrary, right across the street from my house, there is a mall with H&M, Forever 21, and Gap. Basically, what I'm saying is- Bahrain is not as foreign as people would have you think. They pretty much have everything, but with better Indian food.

This street in Bahrain had a Chilis, Dairy queen, Papa Johns, Carl's Jr., Pizza Hut, Hardees AND McDonalds.  Obviously we stopped.

The only thing missing is a Target. If I've learned one thing, it's to never take Target for granted. You need a nail clipper? Target. A pair of cheap towels? Target. A freaking Christmas Tree? Target! I'm sure, with time, I'll find all the local stores for these things, but until then, I'm left wondering, 'Where do I find a dust buster?'