We decided to spend our last night out before Ramadan at the Splash Fashion Show hosted at the Emirates Towers. We’re not exactly sure why we opted to skip out on clubbing to come here, but it may have had something to do with all the ladies that fashion photographers seem to get well into their old age. It’s often difficult to give out a style award at a fashion show, but is seems that this event attracted more fashion radicals in the audience than among the models. The dubizzle style award has to go to the guys with the hats. Because we know those glasses aren’t prescription, and because handle bar moustaches aren’t just for John Wayne anymore. Their also for guys who don’t have bosses who require them to look presentable. We’re thinking of growing some.

We finally were able to drag ourselves out on a Tuesday night to head down to Alpha to see what all of the fuss was about. For those of you that don’t know, SYNT stands for "see you next tuesday", and is named after slightly more vulgar acronymmed Tuesday night gigs in the UK, "c u next tuesday", you get the idea. Like most middle-of-the-week events, SYNT is a night popular among Dubai’s trendsetting elite that are so hip that they don’t have to be productive at work the next day. Naturally, that pretty much describes everyone at dubizzle so we had no choice but to make an appearance. The truth be told, had this been any other night of the week we’d have had trouble staying away. SYNT has seen the likes of Bell and Sebastian, and the Lumi’s, and this week our friend and top notch DJ Andy Buchan was on the decks. We’ll be back after Ramadan, and hopefully so will the dubizzle style award winning girl sporting the farmer chic, bottomless denim overalls.

Last weekend we had tried to go to the Amphidome but couldn’t find it, this weekend we found it, but seemingly no one else did. We love the idea of a temporary inflatable club, but perhaps the fact that it was surrounded by a large variety of popular and permanent bars and clubs stole a bit of its thunder. Regardless, the fact that they were able to attract the dubizzle style award winners, Mr. Orange-cravat-avec-tummy-t and Mr. Mullet, wins them major points in our books. Afterward we stopped by Submarine to get our crowd fix. It was our first time to the aptly name underground Bur Dubai house club. We found it delightfully grimy in the best possible sense of the word.

We swear we try to go to places other than Chi, but somehow we always end up here. This time it was the Belgian Beer Bar to which we arrived too late, and the Vista Rooftop Bar to which we were the only ones to arrive at all – so Chi it was...again. No need to re-hash Chi’s virtues here, as the photos generally speak for themselves. Instead we’d like to pose a few questions that we found ourselves pondering as we flipped through the photos below. When one makes the conscious decision to sleep in a club, do they first try to seek out other club sleepers? Is there a geographic region in the world where it is still common practice to pierce one’s tongue? Or do some people just still sport the mouth metal they got in 1998? If you and three friends were getting four matching t-shirts, and your other buddies already staked claim to the colours black, red, and blue, wouldn’t you go for green before purple? If there’s not a fan to the left of the blond guy with the brunette in the blue dress, what sort of gel and blow drying wizardry does he perform to get his hair to stay like that? I’m suddenly reminded of a Ben Stiller & Cameron Diaz comedy I once saw...

We came looking for the Amphidome, and some how we got directed to the Desert Dreams awards show. We decided to go around the corner to the Apartment instead, but it seems as though we were destined for a night corporate celebration as they were hosting the after party for the awards ceremony. Although we had never seen the Apartment so empty, our dreams of Hollywood paparazzi-dom were fed by rumors of Enrique Iglesias’ imminent arrival – so we stuck around. Although our sueños were dashed when Enrique didn't show, we found some comfort in the consolation that John Barnes and Robert McCaffrey turned up. Note the soul crushing disappointment in all of the women’s eyes. Pity.

Club Elegante is a truly unique mixture for this city. While there is nothing different about trying to throw up a façade of glamour and luxury, doing it in Bur Dubai is what makes this place special. Somehow its location (and perhaps their cheesy smoke machines and laser light display), brings this place back down to earth a bit. And one thing that can be said for the patrons is they like to get down like an underground Moscow night club circa 1989. The main reason we like Elegante, however, is the crowd leaves us spoiled for choice when it comes to presenting the dubizzle style award. As we reviewed these photos we considered the beauty in the princess tiara (hen do? don’t do it!), the girl who mistakenly thought she was headed for Chi school disco, and the girl with the high-wasted shorts and the frilly marshmallow blouse. But as we neared the end, the winner made himself abundantly clear. No one wears a meticulously shaped goatee, a $ bling necklace, and a giant belt-buckle that says “sexy” and goes home empty handed. So, if nothing else, you can bring home the respect and the responsibility that comes with being the proud recipient of a dubizzle style award. Congratulations young man.

We admit it, we had nearly forgotten about this place until we returned for the first time in a stretch this past Thursday. Having been around for 2 plus years (in our estimations), Lotus One was a popping hot-spot before the time of Dubai’s mega bars like Chi and the new expanded Barasti. Since its launch our eyes and ears have been inundated with multifarious names of new and chic night-time destinations, each one burying the name “Lotus One” further into our subconscious. We thought the rest of Dubai’s night owls may have shared in our forgetfulness, and that’s why when we showed up last Thursday we half expected to find the restaurant cum club empty. Not so. In fact it was jumping, the original décor still looked as cool now as it did last time we were here circa spring ‘06, and the lively crowd was doing a mix of eating, dancing, and taking towering flaming shots (we’re guilty of the later). It’s like a slightly more diverse and down to earth Boudoir. Tonight’s dubizzle style award goes to the man who knows (we think) that his chest hair is, shall we say, unique - and proudly shows it off anyway. You’ve given us the confidence to throw away our home waxing kits and start wearing v-necks. Bless you.

Friday night we ended up going to one of our old favorite watering holes, Double Decker. Unfortunately, Double D’s was empty – so we ended up taking photos of the same girls with different blokes to fake a crowd with a balanced ratio (cheeky). It’s called trick photography, and we’re masters of the art. Empty or not, however, this is a favorite escape during the quiet months of Ramadan, and you can wager your wagger that Double D’s will be bustling come September.

Zinc has always been a bit of a guilty pleasure of ours, but I think Thursday was the first time we really understood that to Zinc’s patrons, the venue is simply a pleasure from which they derive little guilt. Fair enough we say. While Zinc reminds us of Dubai’s version of Café Leopold’s from the book Shantaram, there are far more sinful places to get your giggles in this fair city. And honestly, who wouldn’t love a frat party atmosphere with a slightly more diverse crowd? One person who we know agrees with us is the accountant with the short sleeve button up, suit vest and tie who was so desperate to get to Zinc he barely had time to remove the ballpoints from his shirt pocket. He’s also the recipient of this night’s dubizzle style award, for lack of a more daring entrant.

“50 superheroes, hen night of pink ladies, and 70s disco dancers.” That’s what Tim Cheddar’s text promised us, and that’s exactly what we got. Chi is clearly the leader in Dubai when it comes to partying in the rawest most sincere sense of the word. Nowhere else in Dubai can you get such an authentic Cancun at spring break experience consistently weekend after weekend, and that’s exactly why we have to forcedly limit ourselves from turning up there every weekend. But as Tim is a man of his word, we couldn’t turn him down. We’ve never had such a difficult time handing out the dubizzle style award (except for last night where no one won), but in the end we had to give it to the girls in roller-derby outfits with no skates and giant water marks (girls like that don’t sweat...ever). If you scour the photos you might find Cheddar sitting by myself contemplating the Frankenstein he’s created.