Sunday Stash #44 – Magic Suitcase V2.0 Part 03 – A Dramatic Pause

Do you have that one friend that always shows up late to the party? You’ve already arranged to be there fashionably late, but she’s no where to be found? You grab yourself your third Bacardi Breezer (this isn’t a champagne sort of place) and think to yourself, “I can totally live without her. I’ll just make my own fun. If she’s gonna be late it’s her loss.” Meanwhile, you know all too well that you’ll stand in the corner trying to make eyes with that hot piece of ass that said hello to you at the bar. Sigh.   

You tap your fabulous Louboutin heel, scanning the room for others that might take her place. It’s wackier than a Katy Perry Friday night in here, but that Bacardi Breezer buzz is setting in, and you’re ready to get your mismatch on. Then the crowd parts, and there she is: wearing a monochromatic dress with pops of citrus colour that draw everyone’s gaze. She is divine, and she wants you to know it. And in that second, with that kind of entrance, she is forgiven. From the corner of the room you realise, it was less being late, and more like a dramatic pause, a Comma, if you will.