Walking in a nightclub like Skybar is all about making an entrance. The moment you set foot on the club’s floor, a woman gets immediately scanned by men interested in meeting ladies as well as by women who are watching out for competitors.
In those terms, my entrance was the worst possible. Wearing high heels and looking aside instead of ahead, I missed a step and fell flat on my face. Nevertheless, 10 years of snowboarding weren’t completely wasted, as one thing I learned well was to fall. Humiliated but unhurt, I carried on to the table where the birthday was celebrated.
After unwrapping the present followed by a toast to the birthday girl, I struggled to forget my unfortunate incident. Having cozily lounged on a velvet couch at the back side of the club, I had a winning place to watch the crowd come in, swiftly switching my attention.