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| - There's two hotels beside this restaurant, I woke up in one of them after a night of heavy drinking. Garden restaurant was at the end of the street, which was as far I could get on two feet at the time. Good enough!
Very discrete sign, tinted windows, small entrance. I must have came here around 1pm on a Saturday morning, and for the state at the time, this place was too nice. Very clean, contemporary décor with smartly dressed service staff.
I was with these two ladies that I met only a week ago, and this was our first time partying together. I struggled to hold myself upright, I must have looked completely pathetic. They kept giggling at me, probably making fun of my utter lack of sobriety.
We ordered the chicken!
Chicken fried rice, spring rolls I think, some beef dish and A LOT of tea. The table wasn't wobbly, but it felt that way..
It took me ten minutes to realize that I was actually eating the food. There I was, chewing away at what was in my bowl, but it was nothing special. Having a hangover doesn't mean I lose my taste for food, yet what I ordered lacked flavour.
The sobering properties of the tea began to take affect, but the food remained unremarkable. I was impressed by how clean and efficient the staff here were, I remember seeing a majority of black & brown.
I was just glad that at least nobody on the street could see pass the tinted windows at my sheer pitiful state. The girls were nice, and paid for the meal, knowing full well that I was in no shape to count.
I think the cheque came out to around $40.
Next thing I remember was sinking into the back seat of someone's BMW while I felt someone's fingers massage at the back of my scalp.
When I woke up again, I was home in my bed holding a takeaway box, and a huge spinach between my teeth.
I heated up the left overs, not so great.
I'm still friends with these women, because you know..this is how friends are made.
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