Chapter 63
We got settled into the hotel and now we're going out on the town for a nice dinner. When I say a nice dinner, I mean a nice dinner. I was forced to wear a dress and pearls, PEARLS. If pearls don't scream fancy, then I don't know what does. We're eating a Greek restaurant about three miles from the hotel. Of course we left an hour before our reservation to ensure that we'd make our reservation in time. Traffic in New York City is crazy. Not as crazy as L.A. from what I've heard but still pretty bad. Speaking of L.A., that's a place I definitely need to visit one day. It's on my bucket list to visit there at least once. Hopefully I'll get that chance.
Forty five minutes later...
We get to the restaurant with fifteen minutes to spare and even get seated early. A perky young hostess seats us and brings over a middle aged waiter to take our drink orders. My parents decide to be extra fancy and order the finest wine the place has to offer meanwhile I stick to my nice, basic ice water. I'm lame I know. I'm just not used to fancy places and things. The fanciest meal I occasionally get is at Olive Garden, which isn't cheap but not nearly as expensive as the place I'm at now is. You can probably guess that the meal I ordered is basic as well, spaghetti and meatballs for fifteen dollars. Now that's freaking expensive for spaghetti and meatballs, but is a bargain compared to just about everything else on the menu.
The food is delicious though. My parents seem to think so too, though they are getting a bit loopy, especially my mom. She's the one consuming most of the wine. My dad normally would drink more, but he knows better than to do so when he's the one who has to drive us back to the hotel. It'd be a different story though if we were to take a cab back. I've never been in a cab in New York City before. It'd be a cool story to tell. Maybe if my dad's too tired to drive anywhere tomorrow, we can take a cab around the city. I'm just so happy to be here again. My heart always yearns to be almost everywhere but the dumpy city that I currently live in. I long to leave it one day. Maybe after I graduate high school.
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