You know you’ve made it when you find yourself throwing back a Whynatte at the Burj Al Arab hotel in Dubai. What you see here can only be described as Whynatte drinking at its finest.

Isolated from the lurking gypsies of Dubai, the Burj Al Arab hotel is the definition of luxury. Not only is it the tallest hotel in the world, but it’s also the most expensive. For the cost of a night in one of the Burj’s suites, you could literally go to a charity auction in Los Angeles with your good friend Pete, and somehow end up placing the winning bid on a weekend date in Milan with supermodel Petra Nemcova. No, seriously, you could. The point being that Petra Nemcova is probably the hottest thing to hit the earth since that asteroid wiped out the dinosaurs, and I can’t fucking believe that you are going to Milan with her on Wednesday you smug bastard.

Where was I? Oh yeah, I was writing a blog.

Fancy trick photography aside, isn’t a permit normally required to grow this kind of moustache?

The service is so good at the Burj that not only does a servant prepare your Whynatte, but they also assist you in the swallowing and digestion afterward:

Nothing like a 1pm Whynatte to make you forget about the lousy accommodations:

Makes sense that you would have the finest hotel in the world photographed with the finest cocktail in the world:

Chris didn’t earn the nickname “Sharia Law” without a lot of hard work: