Sachi decides to follow Kate Bosworth’s fabulous style and wear her fringed Prada dress and boy did she attract the masses in that stunner!
I, on the other hand rely on a favorite fashion staple of mine…a chic button down shirt coupled with a super “swirly” mini skirt and hip open-toe booties.
One look from Sachi and she convinces me to unbutton my shirt down to my bellybutton and I can’t believe I allowed her to let me out the door like this. All I can think of is “oh please swift wind stay away!”. Sachi places tape inside my shirt so I don’t show what I don’t want to show – Thanks Sotch!
Although this city is for lovers and since Sachi and I are “man-less” these days, I decide to let my hair down and party like a rock star, or at least take a shot or two of something that literally takes my breath away. I’m not a big drinker, but Sachi has a taste for great wine and martini’s. I prefer a good beer once in a while, but when the waiter placed a tray of long shot glasses filled with God knows what, I was hesitant (to say the least)….but when in Paris! Before I could toast “to us” Sachi slammed two of those colorful shot glasses. As she puckered and took a lime slice and sucked on it. I was apprehensive but “down the hatch!’ I whispered as I held my breath, closed my eyes and downed a substance I can only describe as gasoline! Sachi laughs out loud at the sour face I make as I swallowed the mystery drink. Soon Sachi and I are laughing and surrounded by other partiers, dancing and laughing the night away. I did get drunk but not too drunk. Not once did I forget where I was, or all the movies about drunken friends vacationing in a foreign country and end up being kidnapped and cut into pieces, never to be seen again….”hello Hostel!”.
So I took good care of my precious friend and myself until the wee hours, Sachi leans on me as we are chauffeured to our final destination….Lori’s beautiful home. I assist Sachi with taking off her stiletto’s and jewelry. I watch my friend lay back and immediately fall asleep. I exit her room to put myself to bed….thank you Paris, it was memorable.
© Pemberton Mackey 2016