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| - This was not what I expected AT ALL. It was marketed as an elegant experience and was anything but. I think I described it as a "free-for-all" to more than one person. And, if I do say, a clusterf$&@. At 9pm, when the VIP was over, everybody stormed the place and started shoving their mouths with whatever they could stuff in there. It wasn't quite the level of people eating with their faces and stuffing chocolates down their bra, but it came close.
I'm sure I don't know, but "Wobble" by V.I.C. sure doesn't seem like the most appropriate of songs for a chocolate and pastry show. Also "Gangnam" and a drunken "karaoke" of "Lean on Me" were featured. I say "karaoke" in quotes because there wasn't a karaoke machine but three drunken attendees and the DJ onstage bleeting to the crowd.
There were more alcohol vendors it seemed than chocolate or pastry vendors (hence the aforementioned "Lean on Me" debacle). Also a lot more pudding/flan type desserts than I was expecting. Don't get me wrong, everything was amazing, but it lacked the oomph and elegance I was expecting. Oh yeah, there was a booth there for Paul Mitchell pet shampoo. UH WHAT.
We had to wait to get wine glasses, as they had run out by around 9:10. Seeing this wasn't the affair I had anticipated, my friend and I took shots of wild strawberry Skyy like we were teenagers. We then acted like teenage groupies at, you guessed it, the illusionist's performance (?!?), where yours truly was selected to go onstage and assist. You will be happy to learn I did not staple gun the dude in the forearm, abdomen, or temple.
Had the $45 I paid for my ticket not gone to St. Jude's, I would be pretty furious. But since it is supporting a very worthy cause and my friend and I loved all the people watching with alcohol-fueled snark, I'm not mad. I just won't go back.
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