Journal of a Single Gal in Q8....Episode One

As she began to dress up for the party that night, she realised that the day hadn't turned out that bad. She'd gone to Shadows to have a blow dry for the heck of it, (she needed to feel better about herself) then drove to Gallery 2000 and got her nails done. The good news was Lolita came along too and they had their normal boy talk. "Something's gotta give" she said "Being in a dead end relationship sucks, but it's nice when they know you and understand you. I just can't be bothered to start all over again, you know what I mean?" Yeah, yeah, she knew what she meant. Although she listened to the same old story, it was just nice to be able to talk to her after having had a night of depression. Afterwards, they did what all women do when feeling down, they shopped and soon they were all smiles, hugging each other good bye in the parking lot. "Take care, this was fun!" she said as she waved to Lolitta and drove off with a feeling of gratitude for having friends around her.

Taking a final look in the mirror after she had dressed up, she thought to herself "Hey...not bad". She had on her favourite party look; the black top, black pants and her favourite studded high-heel sandals. Though she'd been trying to get back some color in her wardbrode, she always felt best when she wore black.

Lost in deep thought she sprayed on her mix of arabic and French perfume. She loved the combination as though it represented who she was. She knew going down the road of parties was a dead end but she just had to break the routine. It wasn't like she thought she'd bump into her perfect match, she'd given up hoping on that for a long time but she told herself "at least it was something to do to break the routine." Afterall, it was Thursday night and her options were limited; everywhere else was going to be too crowded and going out for dinner was going to involve more food. She'd done enough aerobics that week to know better than to pig out and cheat on her diet. No, the party seemed the best option. Besides, it was a birthday party and she always liked birthday parties.

She gave one last smile to the mirror, grabbed her bag and headed for the door. Her friend was picking her up, she hated driving on weekends.

As they walked into the party, the dreaded feeling came back to her. Although she knew that there wasn't going to be anything that special about that night but deep down she always wished there would be. The whole place was empty except for the birthday girl. She gave her the gift and made a mental note to herself, leaving was going to be hard. How was she to leave the place if nobody else shows up, she just wouldn't have the heart to leave. What would she say "sorry your party sucks". It was unthinkable and not in her nature. She looked around to say hello to the birthday girl's husband but he was no where to be seen.

The place looked interesting in a rather funny way. She kept wondering where she'd seen a place similar to it then it finally dawned on her, the Budda Bar she'd seen in Lebanon. Red carpet, dimmed lights, red carpeted walls! She laughed to herself and said "Dorothy, we're not in Kuwait anymore!"

The place was supposed to look French but they somehow couldn't pull it off.

She grabbed the nearest table next to the door and sat with her friend to begin the gossip session. She gestured to the table cloth "Check it out, it's tiger table cloth!" Then took a deep breath and sighed. This was going to be a long night!

Time past and she had to admit the music was great. Just the perfect amount of both English and Arabic hits, the way she always preffered it. Then, just when she thought that she simply was too bored to stay another minute the door opened and a large group of people walked in..

To be continued....