March 20, 2010 was my bestest friend, Chris’, 20th birthday. On the agenda for celebrating was going to Outback Steak House and meeting up with a friend of his at a bowling alley later that night. To simply say that March 20th was not my day would be a mass understatement. Clearly all of the fairies responsible for my good luck went on an impromptu holiday and forgot to inform me.
For starters, people that claimed they would help fund my New York Workcation (yes I made that up) were slowly reducing the amount of help they would be willing to offer which left me endanger of canceling my trip all together. I’m not sure if I mentioned this before but, when it comes to family members and friends mistreating me I am extremely sensitive so, of course I cried all day long. Chris didn’t show up until around nine o’clock p.m. to go to dinner and by then I’d finally pulled my self together. Well, not exactly; I was still quite broken internally but, I put on a believable facade.
On the way out of my front door I was tipping (walking) in my new favorite boots. When I hit the first snow and rain covered step my right foot gave out from under me and sent me flying backward until I fell on my ass. The shorts that I’d paired over a pair of black leggings were completely ruined. Chris walked me back in the house so that I could change into a pair of denim colored leggings with his head cocked back laughing the whole time.
Dinner was rather uneventful. I enjoyed my medium well steak and the waitress didn’t charge me for my shrimp or my desert. I gleamed and radiated a bright smile when I saw the bill; maybe the evening was picking up after all. After dinner we navigated our way through the poorly lit chicago suburbs and found the bowling alley. I must say for it to be twelve o’clock in the morning the place was filled to the brim. At first glance you would have sworn it was gay night. The crowd was mostly gay men with straight men sprinkled here and there like the secret ingredient in your favorite meal.
I searched through the blue and white lights bouncing off the bowling lanes and found our party at the far end of the building. Chris and I settled into the off white, slightly tarnished seats behind the bowling lane because we hadn’t planned to bowl. After he took his turn bowling a man of average height clad in fashions marketed to consumers half age sauntered over to us to have a seat. His brown tee shirt was a short, tight fit to allow space for his sagging blue jeans to expose the half of his ass covered in bright red underwear and his hair was covered with a du rag and red fitted cap.
Chris and I introduced ourselves first. The man greeted Chris and informed him that his name was Tony. When Tony turned to greet me he said, “Hey Precious”. Both Chris and I’s mouths flew open, we were stunned. Hearing those words was like having an outer body experience, the kind where not only can you not believe something is happening but, you wonder how sheer human common sense and discretion could allow something so dubious to enter someones mind, roll of their tongue and slide out of their mouth. I have absolutely nothing against Gabourey Sidibe or the fictional character Precious but, look at this face
now look at this face
Do we look a like? I certainly don’t think so and chris didn’t either.
Had this Tony Character compared me to the beautiful actress Gabourey Sidibe then I would have still been a bit thrown off but, I would have accepted the compliment none the less. I mean who would shy away from being compared to a beautiful actress but, there was something in the way he said it. It felt almost like he was dismissing me because of my weight because truly that is all me and “Precious” have in common. That made me think about a couple of things. For starters, no matter how good I look is that what it comes down to, my weight? Are people really looking at my pretty face? Are they admiring my personal style ? Or are they searching for the quickest lazy comparison so they know what box to put me in? I can’t answer any of those questions. So, let me know what you think or if you can relate.
Oh, here are some pictures from my evening out.
Me and Chris posing together.
Me letting that Tony fool have it.
Head band and Necklace: Forever 21
Earrings: Naki Muli
Lace shirt: Thrifted
Tank underneath: Lane Bryant