Maybe its because the day started at 3.30 am but i feel like it has been YEARS since i went anywhere or did anything fun… like dancing. I used to go dancing, wearing high heels and cute little jeans, and people gave me attention. Now I am virtually invisible, nobody, nowhere.
Its really only a year since i got myself knocked up and put away my cowboy boots, but at the moment every time i pass a boutique or shoe shop with something sweet and strappy in the window i want to cry.
No rest for the wicked, they say, but lawd I was only wicked one night.
So I’m working my butt off, literally, to get it back into those cute little jeans, and I’m pretty close to it now – but wonder if I will even have the opportunity when the day comes. And where will I go? I know I am only imagining that all my friends seem to have moved on to coupledom and its related arcane activities, but it does seem real. Will I ever feel like me again?
Nonetheless, I pray – yes actually pray – that there will be a pair of strappy sandals and itty bitty dress, tequila, groove and good company in the not too distant future.