Tuesday, July 7, 2009
Confrontation ain't my scene.
All my life I have played the role of the passive black girl. Which is another fun hollywood cliche. Either loud and totally abrasive or wise, quiet and secretive. Or a combination of loud and abrasive while totally unaware how wise they can be sometimes.
Generally I don't mind drunk people. The guy that ate the cement in the grass near Peas and my feet recently was rather amusing. As a matter of fact, he gave us a good ten minutes of laughter, the way he haphazardly tumbled into the grass like a domino. I liken drunk people to less charming toddlers. And that's all fine and dandy, until you throw your cup like a mad man and beer splatters on my new and beautiful shoes. The idea of someone spilling a drink accidentally is grating. The idea of someone tossing a cup is down right obnoxious. So, if you ever get the urge to toss your cup in the air and it lands somewhat on my new beautiful shoes, I may just walk up to you and with both hands, push you back. You will look up in disbelief that some girl in a dress and tall wedges has pushed you. I'll walk away and while you are still pondering "did she really just push me?" The answer is "yes".
Shoes: Boutique 9 by way of Nordstrom Rack. Aren't they great?