by Betty on Friday night my boyfriend called me and told me that our group is going to Caribe Night Club. I was happy as there will be fun and dancing. We waited in the parking for others to come. We went in and I was horrified to see the pathetic and dull décor. Music was so loud that talking was hell difficult.
I sat near the bar to relax my depressed mood. Bartender was so occupied in his own company I asked for the drink twice and totally ignored. This attitude literally drove me crazy and I left and slammed the door in waiters face.
