My Last Minute Decision To Go To Atlantic City Alone

My Last Minute Decision To Go To Atlantic City Alone hawk + pearl

If you follow me on Twitter or know me personally, then you’re probably well aware that I’m obsessed with Dillon Francis. Once I heard he was scheduled to play Premier Nightclub in Atlantic City on June 11th, I knew I had to go. After posting statuses on Facebook and Twitter and asking friends to join me and receiving “no” after “no,” I started to accept the fact that I wasn’t going.

Days leading up to the event, I found myself dwelling on how badly I needed to get there. I woke up yesterday morning (the day of the show) and experienced insane FOMO like I never have before. I was borderline depressed the whole day knowing I was going to be missing out on one of my favorite music artists playing three short hours away from where I live when most of his shows are on the west coast.

At 6:30PM, just hours before the nightclub opened its doors for the evening, I was eating dinner when something in me was saying “GO!”

 

That was the moment when I decided that I didn’t need anybody else to join me. I had the money for a ticket, an open schedule, and the will to travel three hours to and from AC in one night… so I made the last minute decision to go, and off I went.

 

I took the quickest shower of my life, scrambled to find an outfit, did my hair and packed up my makeup, and was out the door by 8 PM to get to the Borgata by 11 PM.

With a 10:53 PM arrival, it was proven that miracles do exist. I found the venue, checked in, and walked on up the stairs into the club.

I walk in to see groups of girls in low-cut mini dresses and heels and dudes in fancy shirts and dress pants EVERYWHERE, and here I am in my skinny jeans, black tank top, boots, and green jacket… alone. To say I didn’t fit in whatsoever would be a complete and total understatement.

Despite my lack of proper attire and a friend group, I headed on over to the bar, bought myself a shot of tequila and a glass of Cabernet, and was on my way to a fantastic evening all by myself.

And that’s exactly what happened.

Throughout the course of the night, I talked to strangers, made friends, was approached by creeps, danced although I said I wouldn’t, and enjoyed every single second. Dillon went on around 1:15 AM and played about a two-hour set. I spent the night singing to his music, adding the occasional Snapchat to my story, drinking wine, and dancing both by myself and with others.

Besides the fact that Dillon liked my tweet that said I was going (making this the third time he’s acknowledged my existence, thank you very much), I can honestly say that last night was probably the greatest night I’ve had in a long time. I was free to do whatever I pleased with whomever I wanted, and I took full advantage of the opportunity. I found myself breaking out of my shell and going out of my way to meet new people. There was nobody to pull me away from the show to run to the bathroom or get a drink every 10 minutes. I was in complete control of my time, and I loved every minute of it.

Overall, I am SO glad that I decided to go and take on Premier Nightclub in my awkwardly inappropriate outfit despite the fact I didn’t have any friends to join me. Not only was it an insanely awesome experience, but now I don’t have to be left wondering what could have happened if I didn’t go.

In addition to memories that will last a lifetime, what I took away from last night is this:

If you ever want to do something, DO IT. Don’t let anything or anyone hold you back because all you truly need (and have) is yourself. As long as you have the willpower and the ability to do something, go for it.

Life is too short to be left wondering what could have been. Take the risk. Chances are you’ll be glad you did.

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  4. Theresa

    I’m glad I found this. Tomorrow is my birthday and on a whim I booked a room at the Borgata and decided i would spend the weekend walking the boardwalk and shopping the outlets alone. I don’t feel so bad anymore.

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