Dinner With Friends

Hi my name is Riley I have long brown hair and hazel colored eyes and I’m about 5 and a half feet tall. I was wearing a pretty 50s style light pink lace dress with off the shoulder ¾ length sleeves and a sweetheart neckline. I was also wearing a pearl necklace and a bracelet to match. For shoes I had some cute black pumps. I was invited to a dinner party by my friend...  Specifically, one of my closest friends Hillary she has hair cut to her shoulders that’s a dirty blond color and she is almost 6 feet tall.

           She wore a floor length dress made out of baby blue tulle that faded into an ivory color at the bottom. The bodice was made out of light blue lace with an A line neckline and sleeves lightly hanging off her shoulders. She was wearing a sapphire and silver necklace with a sapphire bracelet and earrings to match. She also wore a pair of white pumps.  Anyway, back to the story I got invited to a dinner party by my friend. It was at this really fancy expensive restaurant which I had never been to. To get to it, was by paying for a bus, which I had heard was pretty expensive.

The bus took you to a secret location. With all the windows blocked so you can’t see where you’re going. I honestly would have been terrified, except I researched this restaurant quite a bit before going.  After riding the bus for about 30-40 minutes the bus doors connected to a tunnel where you entered and got out. After getting out you take an elevator down, then you go through another tunnel. That’s when the waiters ask what table you reserved and for how many people. After that you get led to your table which the dining room is underneath either an aquarium or an ocean or something that can hold sharks and thousands of fish and a shark or two.

           After that they gave all of us a menu, and on that menu it said if you break something you buy another one of equal or more value. And that’s where the problem started. Me and all the others ordered. Since this was under water its of course a seafood restaurant. I LOVE seafood, I ended up ordering a 15 course meal consisting of fresh salmon, oysters, crab, shrimp, lobster etc.

I made friends with all of Hilary’s friends and we got along quite well laughing, chatting, getting along, like we knew each other for years. So while we’re eating our 6^th course of the meal I dropped a crystal butter knife and as it was falling my heart stopped and my stomach just dropped. I was frantically trying to catch it as it fell at my feet. When it crashed at my feet I started panicking. Now as I was by one of my closest friends and she saw what was happening she also panicked. Since we were both wearing dresses and since she was wearing a long dress and I wasn’t, She swiftly put some of her dress over the broken knife. Finally, after a lot of texting what to do (so we dIdn’t look suspicious whispering to each other) we decide to look up how much the crystal knife was. It was a whopping $15,000, for a BUTTTER KNIFE.

As its hiding under her dress we’re thinking how do WE get rid of it and the evidence that I broke it. Because neither one of us has that kind of money. We ended up thinking to grab a napkin pretend to sneeze and “accidently” drop it. Then we would pick it up with the broken knife in it put it in her pocket. We carried out the plan, it went pretty smoothly, even if we both felt like our hearts would pound out of our chests.  

While we were in the bathroom discussing how to get rid of it so we thought to hide it somewhere in the bathroom, where we saw a cupboard. We saw a cupboard in the bathroom and thought hmm that’s a good spot to hide it.

           But then when we opened it we found a camera and next thing we know there is a warning saying, “If you broke it you have to pay for something of equal or more value” so we both run out of the bathroom as fast as we can. Hilary with her long dress was going slower than me, we simply went back to the table and acted as if we hadn’t just run from panic. After that Hilary texted me saying we should go to the kitchen that way we could make it look like one of the workers dropped the butter knife and not me.

           After making our way down to the basement where the I thought the kitchens were, it turns out they weren’t there and they were actually located near the dining area. Also it turned out that only the staff were allowed in the kitchen. So there goes that plan. And after much discussion we decide to just finish dinner and just go with the flow. And hope and pray that no one would notice that the $15,000 butter knife was missing. Hilary, when we are almost done with the whole meal finally thinks of something. The plan was to put a non-broken butter knife in with the broken one. And then put them on the edge of a finished plate so when the napkin falls off the plate with them in it, it would be the waiters fault and not ours.

Fast forward to finishing the last course of the meal, she pretends to drop a napkin swiftly stick it in her pocket and take out the one with the broken knife she then proceeds to grab a non-broken one stick it in the napkin and puts it on the edge of one of the plates. As the waiters taking it, it dropped with a CRASH and everyone looks at the waiter who is blushing like mad from being so embarrassed. While that’s going one me and Hillary secretly high five each other under the table.

In the end, we both know that we shouldn’t have done that. While at the same time we were both glad that we didn’t have to figure out to pay $15,000 to the restaurant. And one day it will be fun to reminisce on and have a good laugh about the whole thing.      

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