Hey guys! Recently, my school hosted its annual winter dance. However, you all know I never attend these events. Instead of going, my friends and I decided to treat ourselves to a night out. It was a really wild adventure full of twists and turns, and I thought that night was interesting enough to blog about. Let's start. I went out with four others: two girls and two boys. Let's call them Mary, Jessica, Bob, and Joe. The girls decided to get ready together, so right after school, we drove to Jessica's house, and spent about an hour changing, and doing hair and makeup. I wore tights underneath my dress and rolled them up since my dress was on the shorter side, and of course we don't want any slip ups. The girls also collectively agreed to wear high heels, because hey, what other chances would we have to do so? I wore some pretty heeled knee long boots. After we were done with this, we had to drive back to our school first because Jessica had to get something from her locker. I underestimated the difficulty driving with heels on, and it was only a two minute drive, but let's just say that I'm never driving in heels ever again. Learning from this experience, I drove to Bob's house after our trip to our school without shoes on, which was by far, much easier. Anyways, at his house, we took a bunch of pictures of just us girls together while waiting for both Joe and the Uber we called to show up. We agreed to meet at Bob's house at 5, and it was already 5:10 at the time. So we called Joe, and it turns out that he took an hour trying to figure out how to put his tie on, but failed, and he was currently walking to Bob's house. Keep in mind that his house is about a 15 MINUTE walk to Bob's house, so it took ages for him to show up. He arrived sweaty, tired, tie in hand. Bob helped him put his tie on, and even by then the Uber still hadn't arrived (because we live in a traffic heavy area, and the time we were trying to leave at was the peak of the traffic). Anyways, the Uber came at 5:30, and we were off to the restaurant we reserved seats at (or so we thought) called Left Bank, located in Santana Row. Our reservations were at 6:00, and we were nervous that we weren't going to make it. On the Uber, I found out that I got accepted into SDSU early. I screamed when I saw that email. I felt a wave of relief and a huge amount of stress lift from my shoulders after I received my acceptance. Mary opened her email, and saw that she got accepted early as well in the same school. It was a nice ride to the restaurant, to say the least. Our Uber driver drops us off at Menlo Park, only - wait a minute - weren't we supposed to go to Santana Row? Santana Row is a 10 minute drive from Menlo Park. Why did he drop us off here? Turns out that Mary - who was in charge of Uber - chose the Left Bank at the Menlo Park location! We went inside, talked to the host, and thankfully, they still gave us a table. But major yikes. That could have been such a fluke, but good thing they still had space for us young, innocent kids. We order, and thank God, the food is decent, contrary to my expectations. That could have been because I read the reviews pertaining to the location in Santana Row, but we enjoyed the meal fully. I ordered salmon; below is the picture! After dinner, we decided to walk around a bit before grabbing some dessert. Bob spotted a really pretty Christmas Tree on the way to the restaurant on the Uber, and we walked in that direction. We took some pictures, and headed into a nearby bookstore to warm up. It was when we walked to get dessert when the next major mishap happened. Dessert was between Cold Stone, which was only 0.1 miles away from our location at the time, or a place called Midnight Munchies which was 0.3 miles away (or apparently it was. It ended up being about a mile away...). We all know that Cold Stone serves ice cream. Midnight Munchies, however, was a cookie shop, and the cookie photos on Yelp looked amazing. So we decided to walk over to Midnight Munchies. The journey there was not fun. Like I mentioned above, the place ended up being a mile away, and keep in mind that us girls decided to wear heels. It was not as painful for me or Jessica because I was wearing heeled boots, and Jessica wore wedges. For Mary however, she stuck with a classic high heel, the heels that are thin like a stick. It was a horrendous walk for her; she complained of sores and blisters on the bottom of her feet. So we get to the location, but we don't see the shop. Mainly because Yelp said that the shop would be in the middle of the park, and we did talk about it being sketchy, but decided to go anyways. The area was dark and deserted (or should I say, DESSERTed??), with minimal lighting, but hey, we walked a mile for this, so we might as well check it out and try to find the place, you know? We explored the park, but of course, couldn't find the shop. Disappointed, we made our way to a local Safeway, and called for an Uber. On this Uber, I had to climb to the very back of the car, and I bumped my thigh really hard on the seat. I still have the bruise, and I would provide you all with a picture of the lovely bruise, but I think it's a little too much. After that adventure, we went back to Bob's house. I changed out of my heels, threw on a nice comfortable coat, and rolled down my tights. Bob's dad made us mocktinis as well, consisting of crushed berries, cranberry juice, lemonade, and sparkling water. Here's a picture: It was 9:30 PM, and we played Settlers of Catan (a board game, for those of you who aren't familiar) until 11, which was my curfew. Unfortunately, a game takes about 2-3 hours to completely finish, so we weren't able to close out the game. We said our goodbyes, and I left to take Mary and Jessica back to their respective homes. And that was the end of my crazy, fun night.
A few days later, Jessica messages our group, and reports her tragic findings. Midnight Munchies was not a walk in cookie shop; it was a delivery company. We were hysterical, as we risked our feet for that trip, but we honestly should have seen this coming. All in all, these instances made the trip highly memorable, and honestly, everything happens for a reason, right? It was a really fun night. Hope you all enjoyed reading, and happy Sunday!
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