What's Done is Done

Chapter 19

By 5:00 in the evening, we've settled in Hotel Pullman, a really and truly beautiful hotel; it's a huge silvery-whitish building several (an estimation of forty or fifty) stories tall. From the inside, there are astounding, jaw-dropping, gorgeous views of the Eiffel Tower (it is located right next to it, so...). I've been in hotels and motels before but only in Connecticut; Hotel Pullman is an entire new level - it's practically a palace!

Our ensuite is located at the very top of the building (the forty-fifth floor!) and it includes three bedrooms with a luxury bathroom attached to each one. I share one bedroom with Delilah because we're girls and best friends, Brandon has his own bedroom because he's the only guy, and Erin and John share the last bedroom, the biggest one, because they're a married couple.

"Jesus Christ, this is so amazing!" I cry as soon as I finish unpacking. I walk around the bedroom, just looking at the beautiful surroundings. 

"I know right?!" Cries Delilah, jumping up and down and clapping her hands with excitement.

At 5:45, we arrive at an expensive and fancy restaurant called Lapérouse. It's a quiet and cozy building built out of wood and the roofs are made out of hard and protective cloth (the kind used for the covers of the wagons back in the 19th century and earlier). The inside is only lit by thousands of candles. The air is filled with the aroma of cinnamon and French food.

"Aah, it smells wonderful!" I comment, breathing in and out as we enter the restaurant and we've checked in.

The waiter leads us to our reserved table which is located on the top floor (I think it's the third, but I'm not sure). 

Brandon and I sit on the dark brown leather bench next to each other; Delilah and her parents sit directly across from us.

I notice that Delilah looks a little bit jealous...but I'm not sure. It's possible I could be wrong...

The waiter hands us menus and we open them and look through them.

Within five or six minutes, we order our foods and drinks; as for the food, Brandon, Delilah, and I order fondue and steak, and Erin and John orders escargot (cooked snails...ew!) and duck. As for the drinks, Brandon and I simply order Cokes, and Delilah and Erin and John orders some sort of wine.

"All right, your meals shall arrive shortly," The waiter says with a soothing French accent.

He walks off.

"Are you even allowed to drink alcohol?" I ask Delilah.

"Yeah, the drinking age is sixteen," Delilah informs me.

I raise my eyebrows in surprise. "Oh, wow, I had no idea."

"Too bad you can't drink alcohol," Erin says, giving me a sympathetic look.

"It's okay, Cokes are satisfying enough for me," I say, chuckling politely, even though inside I really, really, really crave alcohol!

Ten minutes later, our meals arrive, and everyone digs in and enjoys their scrumptious and delicious foods.

An hour later, our stomachs are stuffed...especially mine.

"I have to go to the bathroom," I say suddenly, holding onto my queasy stomach.

"Okay, go ahead," Erin says hurriedly, knowing what I need to do.

I rush to the women's bathroom and release the leftovers of my foods I had eaten throughout the day into the toilet. After I flush down the toilet, I have an urge to pee. After I finish peeing, yet another endless wave of nausea comes over me and I puke again.