The problem with 4" heels...
Chris's work had a "do," this evening -- drinks, dinner and gambling at the Park Hyatt in Yorkville.
So we went.
It said black tie (no jeans or tanks), so I went dressed up. Well, for me. Needless to say, I was far too underdressed. Most of the women were wearing evening gowns. I don't even own a dress, for fuck's sake.
Wore good make-up, fun accessories, high-heeled boots and a Dior purse. I thought I looked OK -- but I needn't have worried. I was pretty much sufficiently ignored. Unlike media-type events, there are no heavy drinkers or outrageous bastard-types -- not to say people weren't drunk. they just weren't experienced drunk. I did come across some moderately friendly and nice folks, but it just made me miss my world -- where you can bond with someone over the lack of martinis, or crack a joke to someone about S&M dungeons in the basements of suburb-types and not get dismissive looks from wives... who wanted to return to talking about lawns, contractors and housing costs.
I don't belong in that world. I was too tall, too casual and entirely too flippant for most of them.
Very weird evening.
I now wonder if I've hit as close to normal as possible, and that things will only get stranger for me. Which is OK, I guess. I mean, I did just post a love poem to hot & sour soup. Who does that?
And I'm not as completely shallow as my posts imply.
Truly.
I'm just terrified to let people in my brain.
And what sort of person howls with laughter at the hired musician who plays covers of "High And Dry", "Wheat Kings," "Brown-Eyed Girl" and "Wonderwall?"
Me. That's who.
So we went.
It said black tie (no jeans or tanks), so I went dressed up. Well, for me. Needless to say, I was far too underdressed. Most of the women were wearing evening gowns. I don't even own a dress, for fuck's sake.
Wore good make-up, fun accessories, high-heeled boots and a Dior purse. I thought I looked OK -- but I needn't have worried. I was pretty much sufficiently ignored. Unlike media-type events, there are no heavy drinkers or outrageous bastard-types -- not to say people weren't drunk. they just weren't experienced drunk. I did come across some moderately friendly and nice folks, but it just made me miss my world -- where you can bond with someone over the lack of martinis, or crack a joke to someone about S&M dungeons in the basements of suburb-types and not get dismissive looks from wives... who wanted to return to talking about lawns, contractors and housing costs.
I don't belong in that world. I was too tall, too casual and entirely too flippant for most of them.
Very weird evening.
I now wonder if I've hit as close to normal as possible, and that things will only get stranger for me. Which is OK, I guess. I mean, I did just post a love poem to hot & sour soup. Who does that?
And I'm not as completely shallow as my posts imply.
Truly.
I'm just terrified to let people in my brain.
And what sort of person howls with laughter at the hired musician who plays covers of "High And Dry", "Wheat Kings," "Brown-Eyed Girl" and "Wonderwall?"
Me. That's who.
posted by /hg | 11:09 p.m.
1 Comments:
Yes, but they would imeediately discount your point of view because: a) you're single and b) you're not a parent and c) you're capable of independent thought.
You know, it angers me that people who go about life in a different manner than others (ie, other than the school, marriage, kids, mortgage, subsequent bitterness and death cycle) are continuously regarded as lesser citizens.
Heaven fucking forbid anyone tries something different.
Then they get pissed off when we're all happier (and usually more interesting).
Pricks.
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