Party Pooper

Due to the winner of Miss England 2007 and qualified Miss World 2007 entrant being from my hometown, the Miss York finalists (myself included) were invited to a celebration VIP party around the town in an open top bus and champagne afterwards.  I’d really been looking forward to seeing everyone again so I left dance practise early so that I could be ready in time. 

I got myself dressed up in ‘glam-rock’ leopard-print and did my hair and makeup accordingly, since photographers from the local paper were reported to be attending.  After receiving an email stating that we were supposed to meet outside the Art Gallery at 6pm, I did as requested and got a lift into town on time.  As the car pulled around the corner, I noticed the bus – decorated in patriotic red and white balloons – and smiled.  It looked like it was going to be a good evening.  I got out of the car and started running down towards the bus; I was keen to get on and started with the celebrations.  But for some reason, the bus pulled away as I drew closer, leaving me standing on the pavement, alone.  I screamed and waved after it, but it carried on – even though the other girls saw me upstairs.  I figured I must have been late.  Had the clock in the car been wrong?  I looked at my watch to discover it had just turned 18:03.  I was three minutes late and it just left, despite me being right there. 

And it said meet at 6, not board the bus at 6.

I tried calling my friends who had gone to the party, but they wouldn’t respond.  There I was all dressed up with nowhere to go.

So I came home and watched Titanic on the sofa with my puppy and a couple of bourbon biscuits.  Rock on.