On the night the world was supposed to end, back
in the affectionately dubbed hometown of horrors, I had been persuaded to go to
the bar. It apparently didn’t matter that I was so sick that I could barely breathe or
that I had to work at eight the next morning. Nope, I had to go out and be sociable.
Now, because I apparently had no choice in the matter, I decided to make the
best of the situation and dress up, Blair-style to the max. So I ignored all
the suitable and sensible pieces that one would typically wear to a bar in my
closet and chose a pretty rockn’ outfit if I do say so myself. That is, until I
got to the bar. All the other girls in my group were wearing cute fancy tops in
neutral colors with dark jeans and carefully curled hair. Which meant that I stuck
out like a sore thumb, and not just because of my edgy haircut with my do-what-it-wants
curl, oh no, I had thought it would be a brilliant idea to wear my new white
sheer button down top with its tiny black skull motif and my red and green
plaid bow tie. Yes, you read that correctly, a
red and green plaid bow tie. To a bar,
in South East Saskatchewan. And don’t
go jumping to conclusions about my sheer shirt either, I wasn’t about to
scandalize anyone so I was appropriately covered up with a red camisole underneath.
Oh, and did I mention that my lipstick that night was obnoxious red? Of course
it was. Plenty of girls commented on how nice my shirt was but none of them had
a clue what to make of my bow tie. It was like no-man’s land, no one wanted to
venture there. Which is hilarious because all the guys could not get over the
fact that I was wearing said bow tie and I received numerous compliments on it. I
figure it was because they were envious of the fact that I have a bow tie and
they don’t. So with my poisonous coloured lipstick, my rather cheeky shirt and classy bow tie, and my never-fail ridiculous hair, I’m sure you can all imagine just
how many boys hit on me that night. I won’t even dignify that with an answer. But in all honestly, it didn’t matter. It didn’t even matter that some people felt awkward
talking to me or just plain didn’t know what to make of me. What mattered was
that I stayed true to myself regardless of the fact that I looked notoriously
splashy and out of place. In the end, that made all the difference and made for
a successful and fun-filled night.