The People Behind My Eyes

The Conservative Side

Sunday, April 23, 2006

Sg and I went to see an apartment the other day. I figured giving a good impression was important so I dusted off a dress in my closet, threw on some heels, make up and grabbed a bag and headed out to see the place. It was the first time in about 5 years since I was in a dress. I wasn’t sure if I could walk in the heels. I also wasn’t sure if I could walk with Captain in them. Heck, I didn’t even fall once and Cap didn’t miss a step either. I walked like a pro in them.

The dress is very long, as one person so readily pointed out. LOL. I like them long. I wear them the way I wear pants, they cover just about every inch of me. In her defence she said I look cute.

I actually have a very conservative side. I’m into antiques, colourless objects, colourless clothing such as gray business suits, navy blue, cream or some other dreary color that most flee from. Heck, I didn’t want to carry the brown purse because it was too close to the colour of the dress. Had I not had the right colour shoes I would have gone right back to the army green utility pants, white undershirt and moss green T but I did have the right shoes so hey, I was good to go. I will admit, I wanted to get back to that safe outfit, the same one I wear to therapy sessions so I packed it in a bag so I could change when I felt I needed to. Sg took the shot outside the house.

For quite some time I pranced around thinking I was cute. I had the butt sway movement down pat. I did the girly girl hand movements, threw my head back in giggly laughter, just ate up the whole day with these overly fem expressions. Then I pranced down to UK’s house and shocked the crap out of her. I was walking with Sg. UK was standing in the door and didn’t recognize me. She did a double take then looked really closely and her mouth fell open. She said, “you sure clean up good.” I laughed that silly girl laugh the same I’d been doing for the last few hours. I had fun.

The comment “that dress is so long” was followed by “you look like a church person.” and “you look so proper.” It reminded me of the incedent in the store that day where I attempted to do a ghetto girl movement and failed at it miserably. I was messing around with Sg and started to roll my neck like I’ve seen so many other people do. Well, I didn’t do it right. She laughed at me as I held my neck and thought about if I should call a doctor or not. then of course came the jokes from Sg, “woman, you were raised primarily in the burbs, you were not trained to roll your neck. Please stop before you injur yourself.” So of course I had to run with that. I was like, I can just see the call for help now. White girl down on isle 5. I repeat. White girl down. She’s down, she’s down! The EMT’s show up and there I am big black girl holding my neck asking for a chiropractor. I just wasn’t ever able to get that neck movement down. It just goes to show, rhythm has nothing to do with the colour of your skin. It only took a few hours and several doses of Tylenol to help me recover from that near bone breaking experience. I’m much better now thank you.

Austin