Dinner with a Klutz

The hotel’s plumbing did not work
A trickle of a few drops of water was all she could get from the tap; when trying to rinse the red wine from the dress
Moving to the veranda she stood wondering what the hell she was thinking, when she agreed to come for dinner.
She could hear the awful clang of what had been advertised as an orchestra
The incessant noise causing her nerve endings to quiver
The jasmine growing along the balustrade of the railing was driving her hay fever into a frenzied session of sneezing.  She could almost feel the swelling of the glands in her neck and a migraine was starting to loom

There were the remnants of the wine bottle strewn across the floor
Glass splinters sparkling like diamonds beckoning her bare feet
A table; which has so beautifully been set, now resting on its side.
Dishes,  cutlery now forming a new design on the tiled floor. 
He was face down, having managed to trip over his own feet and lay out cold.  Oblivious now to the noise reaching up through the foliage from the orchestra below.

She found her shoes nestled at the veranda door.  Stepping over the various objects and having left a well placed shoe imprint on his back.  She picked up her bag and not wasting time she left;  She had survived dinner with a klutz.