Excerpt Forty Three

After our lovely little aperitif hour at Costes Terrace, we arrived at Kong. Sarah would be meeting us there. I was immediately taken with the stunning entrance and the architecture. The glass windows looking out over the city were breathtaking, especially as the lighting of the sky was turning to a deep navy blue. The DJ was at the front of the restaurant playing eclectic music and this place was a scene. Leather couches lined the walls, with chic modelesque looking europeans sipping cocktails. Other tables were placed throughout the dining room and I watched as beautiful artful plates of food were being placed down. Bartenders were shaking two cocktail shakers at a time, like a circus act spinning them in their hands … It was a symphony to see it all combined into this flow of a dining room.

“Hi! Happy Birthday Krista!” Sarah came from around the corner and gave me a big hug. “Sorry, I had a stressful day, starving and glad to be here.” Sarah was in a black sweater, practically no makeup, and seemed a little rushed and just in her head, I knew her well enough to know something was slightly off. I hugged her back, and exclaimed I couldn’t wait for this!

We were led to the table. I was feeling happy, it was my birthday, I was wearing Givenchy, and in a scene that entertained me to no end… in Paris. My energy wasn’t necessarily met by Sarah and Sebastian that night.

Sebastian started talking about Emmanuel, and he and Sarah got into a small disagreement. Mainly over the fact that he shouldn’t need to be controlled and just do what he wanted. I chimed in and agreed with her statement.
“Ok, you guys seriously look at this amazing food. I am so craving Japanese flair. AND aren’t these people so chic here?” I said with enthusiasm.
Sarah responded, “Krista, none of these people here are french, I guarantee it.” She went on to say that french men would never take someone here and spend hundreds of dollars in a loud restaurant. She then said, “Guarantee that guy is from Norway, that couple is from Spain … hmmm and that couple looks like they are from Australia.” Basically Sarah had this way of bringing me down off the ledge of fantasy. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but she was starting to do this more frequently. Basically the only thing that would have made my night better there was, you can guess, a french boyfriend to be partaking in the delicious food, me in my dress, and my best friends at my side. Sarah was basically telling me fat chance.