Summer in Cali (c. d.)

〰Chapter 5〰

We were in the hotel-resort-whatever you call it, lobby which was accommodated with stereotypical surfer guys, and a few old people, and other families waiting for their hotel room balconied with an ocean view.

At least that's what I'm counting for.

I sighed, thinking about the promise that Tess made earlier; a promise to take me downtown to see the night life of Cali. I personally hated the night time, I was more of a day person, but Tess thinks everything's more fun when it's midnight and when there's drunk people out in the streets. Drunk people tuck me off. I don't know why... it's just that why would you drink something that not only is physically bad for your health, but mentally and can cause you to die within seconds?

Oh look at me, I'm a drunk person having fun and dancing in the middle of the street, then bam!!You get rammed into by a car.

Oops, sorry bud, I mistaked you for......well, what can you mistake a drunk 21 year old out in the middle of streets for? Justin Beiber?

Anyways we had finally got the keys and went up the elevator onto the 2nd to last floor. The view was beautiful: there was a front window in one of the rooms  showing the streets, skyscrapers, and city life, while the balcony showed a completely polar opposite of it with the soothing, calming shores of a saltwater beach.

I wanted to go outside, eat icecream and have a little fun in the sand but noooooo, Tess had to make a reservation at a fancy dinner thing. I went inside the main bedroom and opened up my suitcase and racked through the piles of clothes. Darn it, I couldn't find anything good. "Hey Tess, what are you wearing to the dinner thing?!" I called out.

"Just wear a dress, you'll be fine!"
I hate it when people say 'you'll be fine'.

It's like you don't know my future so how can you know if I'll be fine? I could secretly be planning to kill myself tonight and someone will say "you'll be fine." Unless you're psychic, do me a favor and shut up please.

I settled for a black and white lace dress with 3/4 sleeves (pic at the top).

Simple.

But oh well.

Because I'm so tall, (and I hated it) I settled for some black sandals rather than the classic heels that Tess set out on the dresser for me. She wanted us to match heels since apparently she was gonna wear black ones too.

Well, good luck getting up the stairs with those extra 10 inches, Tess.

I did my regular makeup, foundation, mascara, and a little bit of contour, blah, blah, blah, until Tess came out twirling in her bright green dress asking, "Soooo what do you thinnnnk?"

"I think that the dress really brings out your eyes."

"Why thank you my dear," she said in her little fake rich people's tone'.
"Hey why aren't you wearing the heels I set out for you?" She said pointing to the untouched shoes.

"I'd like to actually keep myself alive tonight thank you very much. Plus, I'm already tall enough, I don't need an extra 3 ft."

"Whatever, guys like long legs." She said giving me a wink.

I rolled my eyes and kept stroking the mascara brush.