I felt the urge to use the first line prompt today, so I'm just going to go with it. Use the following line as your opener and then take it from there:
It didn't take long for me to realize that I should have stayed home that night.
It didn't take long for me to realize that I should have stayed home that night. The invitation would have been impossible to resist, even if I'd known ahead of time what lay in store for me... but a little warning wouldn't have gone amiss.
The cloudburst that caught me crossing Tenth Avenue failed to send me crawling back to my apartment, but did succeed in making me wish I'd chosen a dress that at least thought about reaching below my knees. At least it was black. That was something, I suppose.
That bug-infested washroom in the gas station at Eighth and Monroe should have put an early end to my evening. If only it hadn't contained just enough paper towel to dry my hair.
I almost managed to reach the party before snapping off one of my high heels in a crack in the sidewalk. Attempts at breaking the other one at approximately the same level resulted in the cheap piece of crap nearly tearing in two.
So I walked through the door barefoot, praying that everyone else would be too high society to look down their noses all the way to the ground.
And that was when I saw Richard, my ex-husband.