Remind Rosie, the little miss-who-loved-the-quiet again why she suddenly took the persuasion of coming to one of the gigs of her friend's favorite lesbian band out of curiosity? As she embarks on a new environment, maybe books and classical music mi...
Perhaps the little flat tire situation was just a small test on our journey so we could learn to appreciate the resort a little bit more better than we should.
When we arrived right at the resort, we changed and headed straight for spa. The place is a luxury and the services were exceptional. What more could I have to ask for? It was a rainy afternoon on our way here but seems like the sky has smiled down upon us and let us enjoy the sunset. It all felt like a reward to me as I sipped on my pink margarita.
The only thing I could complain about is my swimwear.
I don't remember throwing away 80% of my wardrobe including my bathing suit that I bought back in college and I too did not remember owning these kind of bold looking swimwear. I pulled the piece of clothing that was being chewed by my butt crack.
"Are you okay, is there something wrong?" I heard Denisse asked as she looked at me with furrowed brows. "I think this swimwear is a little small." I replied.
"I bought it for you and threw away those college swimwear you always have on." she sheepishly smiled at me. "You are unhinged.." I muttered under my breath.
"Girl, you're old enough to show some ass. Don't hide these bad boys. It attracts living things, trust me." she smirked while pointing at my butt. "Just get used to it. Your curves would be a waste if you keep hiding it."
I know she's simply sweet-talking me to get away from harassing my closet.
Now that she did completely change everything, I'm starting to realize that maybe I should start changing up for a bit. My previous choice of outfit was probably one of the reason why I'm still single and progressively undesirable.
Party music suddenly become a little noticeable from the distance when it reached about 6 pm and I saw several people walking towards where the sound was. I looked over to Denisse who was also looking out from where the sound was and glanced at her watch.
"The party is about to start soon. We need to go back to our room and change clothes right now." she said as she grabbed my hand. I whined in exasperation, "Can't we go back to the spa instead? I think they missed a spot on my back." I made up any excuse I could think of and pretended my back hurts.
Instead of looking concerned like how a good friend should be, she rose a brow and looked at me, unconvinced of my dramatics.
"They serve Hawaiian barbecue at happy hour."
I quickly stood up on my feet and started walking away from her. She is unbelievable and completely right below the belt for mentioning that knowing I'm looking after my weight because of these swimsuits she 'gifted' me.
"What are you sitting there for? Come on, we're gonna be late for happy hour!" I yelled at her as I raced down to quickly change my clothes. I mean, who does not want to be in time for Happy hour barbeque?
Since it's quite chilly outside, I changed my current damped swimsuit into a new pair of nude topped two-piece swimsuit and layered it with green two-pieced dress .
I must say, I didnt have much hope with my new clothes on how it's going to turn out on me but damn. Denisse has wild taste and it miraculously suit me so much.
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