I got up yesterday planning to catch a bus into New York City for my new job, but fate stepped in with other plans. I would makeout with fate right now if I could for the gift it gave me. It had been a LONG ASS TIME since this single mom had a day without her son and without work.
Of course the responsible and driven me starting planning a list of to-dos seconds after I found out my meeting had been canceled.
I’d redesign my site.
I’d write another chapter for my book.
I’d do some spring cleaning.
Then the fun-loving and oh-so-deserving of a “me party” me, decided to throw caution to the wind, take $100 dollars out of the ATM and drive two hours to Atlantic City to play some slots and treat myself to dinner; both of which I’d never been confident enough to do alone.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve thought about going places in the past, but never went because I didn’t have anyone to go with me or because I was too nervous to travel there by my lonesome.
But that was then, and this is the confident and secure Mely filled now.
As I drove my car with the windows down, whatever music I WANTED blasting through the speakers and the sun shining on my face, I couldn’t help but grin from ear to ear.
It was all about me.
And when I stepped foot onto the casino floor with a Bailey’s in my hand, I felt so proud of myself for choosing to indulge in the fabulously single adventure I deserved yesterday instead of staying at home because I was too embarrassed to do something out in public alone.
I played slots for a few hours until I lost my $100 and then I decided to treat myself to an early dinner.
“Hi. How many?”
“Just one.” I answered proudly.
“Would you like to take a seat over there?” She pointed to a section that was a bar-like area. Obviously more suited (in her eyes) for a single like me. “It’s a full service menu.” she continued.
“No [bitch] I would like a table in the normal section just like everyone else [who is not a party of one]. In fact I’d like to sit at one of those over there that overlooks the casino.”
I refused to be segregated by my singleness. Plus it was the first time I had ever treated myself to a nice dinner at a restaurant alone and I wanted it to mean more than sitting on a bar stool staring at a TV.
I’ll admit it was a little awkward at first while I sat there waiting for my meal amongst all of the couples and families, but after I got over the feeling that everyone in the restaurant was staring at me I really enjoyed it. It was peaceful. It was me time and it was fabulous.
I left Atlantic City yesterday a loser, but I felt like a winner. Why? Because it only took me thirty-three years to realize a party of one is better than none.
Some people go their whole lives without coming to that conclusion.
Don’t be one of them.
Show off your lady balls! Wear your singleness with pride and have yourself a “me party”!
Miss Piggy and Mely approve.