Later that night, the Shahs decide to hit up the hottest nightclub in town, and when I say it was hot, I mean it literally. I’m sure you guys have noticed by now, I’m just not a partying kind of girl. I don’t let guys pour alcohol down my throat straight from the bottle, I don’t pop pills, I don’t make out with strangers, so an environment like a nightclub is just not for me. MJ is definitely the queen of this prom; rule your sweaty throne, honey! I’m off to bed.
After the club, while I’m sleeping the gang goes through MJ’s bag as Reza is still very concerned that MJ may have a substance abuse problem with prescription pills. They don’t get to the bottom of any alleged problem, but they do get to the bottom of her age, MJ is 40! Girl, you look great for 40, own it.
We have one last breakfast on the balcony overlooking the ocean before we head back to LA. It is the most beautiful, glorious day. Even though I may have been a misfit during the partying portion of the trip, I had an incredible time and I am very thankful for this experience and all the blessings in my life.