A ruined night gone right.

“FUCK IT, I’M NOT GOING YOU CAN GO ON YOUR OWN!” My boyfriend yells at me, this was supposed to be a nice night we were meant to be going to see my favourite band. Unfortunately for me Drew had had a bad day at work and decided to take it out on me “babe don’t be like this” I plead trying to get him to reconsider “No fuck this, fuck you. You can go on your own, I’m going for a drive” Drew says grabbing his keys and storming down the stairs “, I rush to catch him “Babe please!” I say tears running down my face.

I was a wreck, sobbing heavily about how it had gotten to this point; I had only asked him to hurry a bit so we wouldn’t be late and he just lost his shit. I sob and sob, mourning my night, this was meant to be a special night the kind I’d think about for years to come, I suppose it still was just for the wrong reasons.

Eventually I snap out of my pity party and check the time, the concert had started two hours ago, “I’ll have missed a lot but if I hurry I could maybe make it for the last few songs” I think to myself desperately trying to salvage a ruined night. I rush to the bathroom to remove my ruined make up and tear stricken mascara, I painstakingly clear my face not wanting anyone to see me like this. Once my face was cleared, I now could afford some haste as I quickly reapplied some make up just so I looked a bit more presentable.

I order a taxi and do one final check in the mirror, despite the rushed nature I looked good. I had curled my blonde hair in light curls, I was wearing a nice dress that definitely put me out of my comfort zone with how low cut it was. I had always been large chested, but it was only after my recent weight loss that I had realised how much of that was me rather than the weight. I still had a hard time coming to grips with it, but wearing such a revealing number certainly did the trick.

It’s not long before the taxi arrives and I bundle in, I glance at my watch it wasn’t looking good. By the time I get dropped off it was near eleven, I would only make it for the last song if I was lucky. I rush in my high heels to the venue, only for my heart to be crushed as I see people flooding out of the main doors, I was too late. It took all my strength to not break down right there and then, I was devastated, “come on Hannah let’s not let the whole night go to waste” I think as I walk dejectedly to a local bar trying to make the most of it and not wanting to just book a taxi home already.

“Vodka cranberry” I tell the bartender, “maybe with a bit of a buzz my mood will improve” I think. I take my drink and slink into a booth alone to wallow in my misery for the night.