Two hours later, Bart, Marika and I are in the queue for the club. It's cold outside, judging by how the girls before us shiver in their tiny dresses. I'm glad Liz made me change, none of them are wearing something as simple as a black dress. It's like a contest between parrots to see who is the most colorful... Some have neon colors which I find absolutely horrible, or the ugliest colorful patterns. The makeup is also quite heavy, but from their jewelry and the brand names made a tad too obvious, I can tell most are trying to look wealthier than they actually are. Compared to them, Bart and I look like expensive models. I did notice he swapped most of his earrings for real silver, and is wearing an Yves Saint Laurent pendant necklace. I didn't get any of the pretty diamonds though, as I'm
