George
I don't want to be in a loud, obnoxious club that is uselessly pretentious but here I am in said club. In L'ambroisie, to be precise. For as upscale as it is, it's still a club with too loud music and people dancing just to look for a good time later in the evening.
I honestly never saw the point of these places, but my sister dragged me here, insisting I was moping when I should be celebrating finally getting divorced.
So, there I am in a booth, nursing a few fingers of bourbon in a useless bid to cater to Jessica.
For as much as I love my sister, she can be... pretentious. I suppose the club fits her perfectly then.
She never liked the fact that I had married Ella and made that point very clear whenever we were together. As soon as she heard I was divorced she begged to t
