What NOT To Wear To A Saskatchewan Bar

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.