( 8:17 AM ) teahouse
High Tea
This past weekend, the sister visited me for Easter. We planned all sorts of girly sister things to do together, including having afternoon tea in a swanky hotel.
We had little sandwiches, scones and desserts. A tea sommelier came around, asked us what we liked, and recommended varieties of tea.
My sister went with the English breakfast. But I took the sommelier's suggestion and went with a unique combination of Assam and a Kenyan blend. We each had a whole pot of tea to ourselves.
After the tea service (which lasted 2 hours), we got up to leave. I felt a little woozy, almost like I was drunk.
We went shopping for clothes. While waiting for my sister to try on outfits in the dressing room, I stood outside, and suddenly felt weak. I leaned against a rack of summer dresses.
My sister came out of the dressing room, saw me and said, "Are you ok?"
"The dresses are dancing!" I cried.
"What the hell was in that tea you drank? LSD?"
We left the store. She had to assist me in crossing Park Avenue. "I just need to lie down," I kept saying. "This is sooo psychedelic."
I looked up at the sky. The street signs were curling. A telephone pole bent over and winked at me. I giggled. Those crazy Kenyans!!
She got me home, I lay down for a while, and the trip passed.
I still don't know what happened. It was just tea, for God's sake.
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