I survived my first drunken night of singledom. And not only survived; I had a really good night. It felt a bit like the pressure was off, and I could genuinely enjoy being with my friends, and not have to worry about how He was feeling.
As most of the mates I was out with were male, this negated any male attention received, which was a very good thing. I felt safe and protected, which is what I need right now. Perhaps a few weeks/months down the line, I'll choose to go on more girls' nights out, where blokes won't be put off talking to us. But for now, I am happy to venture out with my mostly male friendship group and get wasted. And dance on tables (haven't done that for a looong time). Rediscovering vodka was a good choice.
I ended up dressing far more casually than perhaps I would have done otherwise, but spent a lot of time on my make up (smoky eye with my Naked palette, love it). Chose flat gold ballerina pumps over my heels, as the other girls I was out with were not too dressy, and it meant I could dance the night away without feet agony. I hate heels; I love heels. They look awesome; they hurt me.
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