That night, they took us out to O. Noir for dinner.
If you don't know, O. Noir is a "dine in the dark" restaurant. You eat in complete darkness, and your servers are blind. There's one of these restaurants in all the major cities right now.
I thought "Oh, that's kinda quirky. You must just see shadows and things."
And so we went.
Allow me to show you EXACTLY what you see in the dining room:
You can't make out shapes, shadows, outlines... NADA.
So we were led to our table and they sat us down. Immediately I started hyperventilating a bit. I'm claustrophobic, and it felt as though I was in a coffin.
"Guys... I don't think I can do this" was the only thing I could say. I was super shaky and on the verge of tears. I didn't think I could breathe. Craig felt around and grabbed my hand to steady me and calm me down.
Needless to say, I stuck it out.
By the end, I was chair dancing. You know the saying "dance like no one is watching"? Well... no one was.
The entire meal took 2 hours, but only felt like one to me. Craig said he felt every single slow minute of it, and it was torturous.
An interesting experience, that's for sure.
For another take on the same night, read here.