Personal Narrative: My Trip To Mojos

Mojos As I went to Mojos I choose to sit outside on the deck for a little while. The deck had three black, steel tables on it with four chairs at each table— which probably was not a smart idea to sit on since it was absolutely hot outside. When I sat down the uttermost elegant flowers caught my eyes . The flowers were vivid and vibrant, making them stand out from everything outdoors. I lingered outside for only about ten more minutes before sweat dribbled down my face, making me feel uneasy. When I got up to walk inside I could hear the trees whisper to each other as the breeze passed by, making me want to stay , however it was time to go in. The first thing to greet me as I opened the door was a rush of cold air escaping the building, …show more content…
The booth had a dark brown table that included crumbs scattered all over it. The seat was even worse, it was more uncomfortable than watching a match of soccer— soccer is my least favorite sport. At least the light above me was dimmed down and not burning my eyes. Even though I was a little agonized by my seat, I still felt very relaxed and at home— which was nice because usually I feel strange and awkward in new places. The only item that bothered me was the ceiling, it was dull and lifeless. It was composed of square white tiles that did not fit in with anything else on the inside. The only element that made up for the humdrum ceiling was some of the unique lights. The lights that were hanging down certainly generated a more authentic style since it was different. One pair right next to me looked like Chinese lanterns and another set was suspended from different heights, looking like a staircase. In the back on the upper level I saw Christmas lights dangling from the ceiling, unfortunately they were not …show more content…
It took about ten minutes for them to make my smoothie and I certainly was hoping it was worth the wait. When I got my smoothie it looked like a pink Icee and caused me to need it even more, since Icees were my favorite. My first drink was very cold and it crackled as it went down my throat. The way it rushed against my mouth made me addicted to it, but I couldn't hog it down or I would get an unpleasant brain freeze. I could tell there was more banana than strawberry and I was okay with that since it still tasted refreshing and