While we ponder how to throw the freshman in the well, our minds wander to today’s adventures. Before we begin…allow us to preface the best blog entry ever with a brief profile of the authors:

Sarah Sheikh (written by her associate Jess):

• If you want someone to tell it like it is, especially if you enjoy ridiculous British accents, you need to talk to this girl. She talks. She eats. She laughs. She laughs at me. It’s always a party.

Jessica Wille (written by her extraordinary partner in crime Sarah):

• A delicate young lady whose ability to use proper diction in everyday conversations astounds everyone. Her (not so brief) pauses between thoughts, sentences, and words emphasize her hidden genius.

For us, eating is a form of entertainment. It’s a past time. It’s continually on our minds. We have a love affair with food.

Hotel buffet: been there, done that. But fancy fruit is not hacked up lamb on a monster-truck-tire-sized bed of raisins and rice. Finely prepared waffles cannot compare to al harees, a traditional Qatari dish of boiled chicken and wheat which we would call pudding. That was our lunch feast at the Islamic cultural center, FANAR.

But, no. This was not enough. We needed to spend the final ten minutes of our break in the local souq to devour an 89QR Haagen-Dazs ice cream fondue. For the vivacious authors of this post, the dish was well warranted. However, the rest of the group seeing us eat it in five minutes was embarrassing – no, wait, it was heroic.

We noticed that each restaurant was unlike the next. Lebanese, Iraqi, Moroccan, Yemenite, Iranian, good old Haagen-Dazs, it was baller [at this point Sarah Sheikh was restrained from reusing the word baller. Just by writing this and using the word baller, she is exceeding her limit.] The thought of being able to eat the entire Middle East within a couple hundred feet brought us to tears of joy.

Warning (randomness): As Josh continues to take hot model photos of himself, flipping his hair as the sun glistens off his skin, Patrick sits nearby happily picking at his faux crepe—a delicious layer of cheese, spread onto freshly pan-fried dough from a bucket. Meanwhile, our little freshman still has no idea of our ploy to lure her into a deep well.

In fear this blog will be edited of its wit and raw beauty, we will quickly note the day’s final activity: the Dhow Cruise. Our group joined CMU-Q students on an incredibly romantic joyride across the Doha Bay. No one puked, the food was meaty, wind was blowing, and everyone seemed to really enjoy themselves. Mel treated the group to a final karak. No more eating till tomorrow.

— Sheikh & Wille