Amidst all of the new beginnings of spring, the Fellowship year is drawing to a close and everyone is battling their own grief and gloom. We've had the last-ever seminar, sat in last classes with cherished professors, and soon there'll be last meetings between new friends. For a bit of relief, Gail and Foley hosted an evening of excess - all around a late-night visit to a hallowed hotdog parlour in Detroit.
The fun began with Gail's pitcher of pink cosmos in frosted glasses before 10 of us boarded a stretch Hummer limousine, complete with disco lighting, mirrored ceiling and walls, TV screens, stereo system and drink chillers. We'd been issued with "travellers" to sip on for the 40-minute drive to Dearborn's Crave Lounge, a chic bar with gorgeous orchid-strewn sushi platters and towers of pink fairy floss. All gauzy white curtains, long low couches and glowing aquariums of jellyfish. We had beers, saketinis and French martinis and eyed off the beautiful people in their bright white shirts before returning to our Hummer for champagne and a ride to Detroit's Greektown Casino and, before too long, Lafayette Coney Island for the last call.
In Detroit, hotdogs are called Coney dogs and this landmark is open around the clock for squishy chilli dogs with mustard and dices of raw onion, served on Formica tables under glaring flourescents. Graham even ate six of the blighters.
By that stage I was so enamoured of the Hummer I actually kissed its bullish black hood. Thanks to Gail for the pix. She and Foley really are the ultimate hosts and hedonists. Will we ever have as much fun again without them?
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