She cancelled her bar-hopping birthday, but I bet $100 she's still getting drunk.
She'll be sitting there on her living room floor with one arm around her surrogate-child, Sammie (dog?) and the other arm around a bottle of Jack. No money, no boyfriend, no job, no birthday.
Been there, done that. Cue the opening sequence of "Bridget Jones' Diary" and the song "All By Myself."