#barbarellas

Okay, so I need to talk about this.

This past Tuesday, I went to emo night after a couple of months of not going. ( I personally didn’t go because my ex boyfriend went there ALOT and I didn’t want to run into that asshole.)

So, I went. I enjoy emo night a lot, makes me feel hella punk. The mosh pits scare the fucking living shit outta me, but it’s amazing overall.

I drove my best friends car, since she didn’t quite know how to get there. Neither did I, but I’m better with a gps than she is.

Parked the car.

Crossed the street to Barbarella’s ( a bar in Houston, TX)

&& we walked to the entrance, I went into PANIC MODE! I immediately began to freak out, ofc I didn’t really show that I was. But I knew she could tell I was on edge. Haha, because my best friend asked me, “do you want to get a drink?” Lol I love her for that.

We went to the bar and ordered our drinks. Pineapple vodka for her, && vodka punch for me.

Probably 15-20 mins in GUESS WHO THE FUCK I SEE? Walking towards our direction with his girlfriend guiding him... 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

My EX- Boyfriend ladies and gentlemen. Fucking hell, like how stupid can you be?! At first I just thought he probably doesn’t recognize me. Which would of been great y’know? Buuuuuuuut, he knows how my best friend looks. Sooooooo 🤔I just felt all these emotions rush to me. I wanted to beat his ass, but at the same time I just wanted our friends to show up.

He practically got next to me twice and I just wanted to puke. My friends kept asking how I was feeling and I could feel my insides want to explode. Once, I practically saw him and his gf leave I felt some type of ease. Trust me! I was having a shit ton of fun before he left but, I could feel like I was being watched which I didn’t like. So, I did what I do best. I sang, I jumped, I head banged and tried not to get myself pushed into the mosh. Haha 😆

Over all, the conclusion to this story ladies and gentlemen... I’ve never seen an ex bf in public before. Especially, one that had a girlfriend already.

P.s I got a shit ton of compliments that night because of a chip skylark shirt, that belongs to my best friend.