Reward for a long week

The sprawling grounds of Los Tajibos Hotel and Convention Center, where Sonya and I rent an apartment, is where many of Santa Cruz's fancy social functions are held. From behind our glass sliding door, we've watched The Beautiful People come and go and, frankly, felt a little left out.
So on my way back from a tough class last night, I noticed a sign announcing an event titled "A date with Johnny Walker." Johnny and I hadn't hung for awhile and I thought we should catch up. I roused Sonya from her verb conjugating and the two of us, dressed in our EuroTrash finest, walked 30 feet to the party. Turns out Johnny Walker had visited the night before. This night, however, was hosted by his very friendly Scottish cousin, Chivas Regal. It was a runway show highlighting "Bolivia's high fashion" and was quite easy to sneak right in.
As usual in Santa Cruz's fancy social scene, Sonya was the brownest guest by several hues.
An announcer informed us that the night was dedicated to five homes for child burn victims. Several of the waxy-faced Botoxed guests looked like they were the beneficiaries, but otherwise we saw no hint that any money was being raised for the cause and no sign of any literature being distributed. Who wants to ruin a party with pictures of burn victims anyway!
The whole affair (free drinks) was grand until the fashion show started. Fashion shows, we learned very quickly, are quite boring. After about 15 minutes we retreated to our Botox-free apartment.
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