the night i wish never happened

Last night was ridiculous.

I’m trying to think how to put this all.

Firstly, wow. What a beautiful stadium we have here in Durban. Really, it is something to admire. MASSIVE building, just massive.

We bought a round of drinks, found our seats and the vibe was pumping. The vuvuzelas were loud. We clapped and jumped and cheered, as planned. Even though, we ended up losing.

Things got ugly though.
For me.

I went to go buy the second round of drinks and got lost. I walked and walked and searched and searched but I could not find my boyfriend or our friends. I had my cell phone on me, but no one else had theirs. We did not take the car so I could not go wait there. The best I could think of was standing by the entrance until someone found me.

Now you must understand, I’m a small guy, I get really nervous when I’m in big crowds, and especially when I’m lost. I was pretty much in tears.

Eventually – what felt like hours later, my cell phone rang and it was my boyfriend. He had gone home to get his phone to call me. Of course he was completely stressed out not knowing what had become of me, I had by then drank the second round of 4 beers while waiting for someone to save me and was kind of out of it, sitting on the steps of the stadium – completely distraught.

By the time my boyfriend arrived his worry had turned to frustration and then into some kind of anger I can only describe as a little over the top. He was angry. I was cold and tired. He shouted – I shouted. I cried. He drove.

And then it was Thursday morning and if I could come up with a good enough excuse, I would go home, close all the curtains, curl up in bed and cry the day away.

I’ve been there, done that. I never want to go there again. Ever.