Back in my luxurious hotel room, which I booked on-line from this great site: http://www.newyorkluxuryhotels.com, I was doing my best to conceal all the red, sun-burnt parts of my body before I headed out to dinner. The outfit I all ready picked for tonight was all white! I’m going to stick out no matter what I do. Plus, my sister was asking me if I had other moisturiser, one that didn’t smell like coconut. I had to remind her that my moisturiser was very pricey and very difficult to acquire in the UK and advised her that it also contains melons! (Later on, she pointed out to me how inexpensive my moisturize is here in the US, only $8.00).
We headed out of our hotel to catch up with our friend from home at a fondue restaurant. He used to stay with us back in the UK, but now he’s staying with relatives in the US. I remember being fond of Fondue, but I really haven’t had any since I was a child. We both hoped it would be as good as we remembered. Our waiter talked us into ordering a traditional Fondue and a Fondue with herbs, or it’s better known as Fondue Provinciale. Happy to report that both Fondues were delicious. For our dessert Fondue, we had the melted Toblerone with fruit and marshmallows, I don’t remember it’s proper name.
Afterward, we went to our friends favourite club. He referred to it as a ‘Goth’ club upstairs and an 80′s club downstairs. I’m really regretting my choice of white attire. I’m not too familiar with ‘Goth’ or even what it represents, but in the back of my mind I had a feeling it has something to do with Vampires. The club was very poorly lit, which helped me try to look inconspicuous and watch for anyone trying to lurk behind some pillar. Our charming friend didn’t help me feel much better, as he kept referring to me as the Pink Pig! I didn’t need the reminder of my scorching skin.
I actually found all the Goths very pleasant and charming, but the venue looked almost what I thought Hell would look like. The music was horrific, and there was too much robotic dancing being done by mostly people dressed in black. Downstairs, in the 80′s venue, things were more upbeat, but still very poorly lit. Our friend, apparently lost all his inhibitions and proceeded to dance on the dance-floor in what I can only describe as enthusiastic.
My sister and I quietly exited the club and went directly back to our hotel. My skin was absolutely throbbing as I gingerly removed my white outfit, and the oh-so expensive moisturizer was a welcomed balm upon my pain.
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