Disclaimer: I hate going to the club, However, on this particular occasion, it was my friends 26th birthday, so I figured I was obligated to go.
I just think that at a certain age you should not be entertained by twerking and unsolicited gropes. Not to mention, I’m introverted and slightly claustrophobic.
So, the idea of being in a cramped space with tons of people, makes me cringe. But again, it was my best friend’s birthday, and that’s where she wanted to hold her party, so I had no choice.
I figured in order to be somewhat social, I should at least be inebriated. The party started at 8 that night, so I started sipping a bit of wine around 6 or so as I started the getting ready process. I’m a natural gal, and on this day my hair was going through one of its defiant moments, and not cooperating with me, so I threw on my silky straight lace front wig.
I love this wig a lot, but I knew it was a bit too loose on my head, even though I secured it with bobby pins. When I got to the party, the scene was LIT, for lack of a better word.
I mean, it was super packed, and the first person I saw was my ex. Seeing him almost sent me into a panic and asthma attack at the same time, so I quickly rushed to the bar and ordered something strong.
Fast forward to a couple of hours later I was actually haveing a good time and feeling even better about going out. The DJ was playing all of my songs and I was not thinking about my ex, at all! Out of the corner of my eye I had noticed that my ex had been pointing at me with his boy, and smirking.
I figured he was just being his same old petty self and was probably just hating that I was having a good time. Either way, I decided to go to the restroom to straighten up my makeup, and couldn’t believe what I saw when I looked in the mirror.
My wig was halfway on and halfway off! It was totally sideways. To say I was embarrassed would be the understatement of the year, and I was also livid. Why didn’t my girl tell me that I was dancing around looking crazy! I quickly called the uber from the bathroom and only left when it said it had arrived.
Needless to say the birthday girl and I are no longer friends. For one I was not about the club lifestyle, and she clearly still is, and she let me walk around with my wig sliding off….. Unreal!
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