On a boat
Anything called a Millionaire’s Glamour party is likely to contain neither millionaires nor glamor. I obviously should have known, but I thought that title was a joke until I saw it on the ticket. By then it was too late. Indeed, it was just the same Colombo crowd, doing circles around the port. If that’s not a metaphor for Colombo nightlife, I don’t know what is. It was like being at R&B, except on a boat. And you can’t leave. Needless to say, this was horrible.