My Ugly Day
(written August 24, 2008)
Lately, I've been getting more attention than I'm used to. In part because I've been working out like mad, and look great. In part because I'm newly divorced, and men can smell the single on me. In part because I've been in a happy place and am putting out lots of positive energy into the universe and I'm getting it back. In part because I'm confident and finally becoming my own person. It's been nice for the most part. I'm not entirely adjusted to it, and I've had to dodge a couple of cars. But hey . . .
Today, I got a lot of attention when I was walking the public streets. After my words above, you may be wondering why today is special. Two words: Savor Providence. I was working the event today. So that the staff and volunteers stood out, we wore neon green t-shirts. Medium was the smallest size they ordered. When I was handed mine, I asked if I could just wear a belt and stilettos with it and really rock it out. I was told no. Sigh . . . So, I show up in my huge bright green shirt and jeans. I was a pair of tapered acid wash jeans and a scrunchie away from being the coolest kid from 1989! As long as I was in the box office, I was fine. People understood why I was wearing it. Ordinary civilians, on the other hand, had no idea what to make of the hideousness that was The Savor Providence Uniform while I was roaming the streets for icecream.
My friend, who never fails to point out that he can't believe I have two children, said "Oh, my . . . Don't you look . . . earth-friendly today." I ran over to the mall today, and was not stopped by the T-mobile guy this time. I guess he didn't want me too close to the merchandise since I was obviously on break from my community service. The chick in front of me on the escalator did the turn around to get a better look at me but pretended she wasn't looking by continuing to look around over my head. You could see the "Oh, dear God," go through her head. Trust me, love, I felt the same way. The guys who are always sitting out on the street and call me "the pretty intellectual girl" looked at me like I had lobsters crawling out of my ears. Traffic did not stop to let me cross today. The street cleaners looked at me with pity.
Next I should see if I can sneak into prison with this thing.
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