Curtain of Pearls- take 4

(Read Take1, Take 2 and Take 3 respectively before reading Take 4 hahaha!!)


As I nibbled on my cucumber and avo sushi, I looked around the room at the “upper-class” in their formal attire. It was a bland occasion, one that I usually avoided like a vampire to the sun (sizzle, melt, splat). This however, was an exception to MY rules of existence, as it was to support a friend (me being the selfless person I am- hahaha). Another convincing contributor was the fact that I hadn’t let my hair down in awhile...

Yadda, yadda, yadda... Now I knew why I didn’t do “formal things”. The speech part of the evening drew on for lifelines (911 we had an emergency). The fatty giving the speech had a fake Brit accent. He also had green socks on underneath his shiny, black trousers.

Sands and I decided to perch on the edge of a chair (it was a restaurant setup and we were standing by the bar-where else would one be?!) In front of us was the “Apple Mac Dude” who used to service and provide technical support to the computers at my place of work. Sands thought he could service and provide support to her any day. We giggled like girls as the muffled “yaddas” continued.

A few tequilas later, and this evening was shaping out to be somewhat bearable. Pigmy Toni, Koosh, Ash, Freedi, Tee, Sands, A-mad and I were showing these cardboard cutouts how it was supposed to be done. The dancefloor was ours as the discoball glistened on our dancing shoes (eeeekkk my bloody feet were killing me, damn those stilettos!)

And as quick as we could say “Tequila”, the party died. Sad to all of us, but true...