messy messier messiest

It’s coming to the weekend, well our one day off a week, and it’s looking like it might be another messy one.  I’ll translate for the americans who might not know what messy means.

–adjective, mess`y mess`i`er, mess`i`est.

1. characterized by a dirty, untidy, or disordered condition: a messy room. 

2. causing a mess: a messy recipe; messy work. 

3. embarrassing, difficult, or unpleasant: a messy political situation. 

4. characterized by moral or psychological confusion. 

5. a drunken night where only the photos tell the real story because you can’t remember it.

It seems to be happening every Thursday night, again our only night off a week until January.  To me there is no basis for comparison.  Yes there were isolated nights last year while I was traveling for Loud where we would go out and the only true gauge of the night was the photos the next day.  But this is a weekly thing, a party here, a bottle of vodka there and there goes the night, and I mean the whole night is just gone. Is this good for us?  Should I care?  I think I should eventually, but at the moment I’m going to embrace it and just have a good time while I can!  So for all you people who can’t party in Doha with us this weekend I’ll drink your share :).