Back Again

I'm back in Dubai again, and meet Neal at the apartment for our first night together in the new digs. The bed is assembled, a mammoth task for one person given its great weight, but it looks weird, probably because it's pointed in the wrong direction. I try to point this out tactfully, but do not succeed. Also, there is no food in the house beyond the little I left there a week ago. So we must navigate ourselves to a restaurant at a late hour. We find a very nice Lebanese place and have a lovely meal "al fresco" despite being served something we didn't order and the occasional disturbance of drag racing show-offs on the beach road. Who are these people?!