Social Deconstructions
I may break a social construct tonight. And its all because of the Yankees. Well, and Boston to an extent. It’s the final game of the Yankees vs. Boston series which if my Bombers win, could very well come close to knocking the Idiots out of first place in the AL East. Al Leiter is pitching for my boys since the rest of our rotation is, at the moment, decimated by right shoulder injuries (what, I say what have you boys been up too? And if it’s trouble, can I get in on it?). He’s (likely) finishing his career where he started upon entry to the Majors and since I’ve been a Marlins girl for this past year, I feel a special draw to watch his transition back to NY.
And so, I’m going to a bar alone. I don’t think women do that, especially 23 year olds. Especially in Miami. But I’m figuring its kinda like eating dinner at a restaurant alone, which I’ve managed to conquer. It’s the New Yorker in me. And the part of me that keeps saying, “girl, you have got to get your I can do it alone attitude back.” What better place to achieve that but in Miami, where one can’t go out unless you’re in a pack a la freshman year of college. It would be a moment of Conquering Miami.
Speaking of Miami. I feel like my hairgasm was in a way, a fair well to Miami. I don’t think I would have been able to have one at any other point in my life. As many have reminded me, I’ve never really loooved a haircut before this one. So true. I’m about as critical and disappointed as one can get. Especially the last time I got it cut in Miami. But this time, I was at my best. And I am incredibly attracted to excellence, which my dear Anthony exuded. And so, this Tom Ford lookalike-shaved head-scruffy-tight black pants-white oxford with the sleeve rolled up-sexy straight-man I can’t say no to gave me my first hairgasm. Hallelujah.
“And I have seen/Darker than ebony”
And so, I’m going to a bar alone. I don’t think women do that, especially 23 year olds. Especially in Miami. But I’m figuring its kinda like eating dinner at a restaurant alone, which I’ve managed to conquer. It’s the New Yorker in me. And the part of me that keeps saying, “girl, you have got to get your I can do it alone attitude back.” What better place to achieve that but in Miami, where one can’t go out unless you’re in a pack a la freshman year of college. It would be a moment of Conquering Miami.
Speaking of Miami. I feel like my hairgasm was in a way, a fair well to Miami. I don’t think I would have been able to have one at any other point in my life. As many have reminded me, I’ve never really loooved a haircut before this one. So true. I’m about as critical and disappointed as one can get. Especially the last time I got it cut in Miami. But this time, I was at my best. And I am incredibly attracted to excellence, which my dear Anthony exuded. And so, this Tom Ford lookalike-shaved head-scruffy-tight black pants-white oxford with the sleeve rolled up-sexy straight-man I can’t say no to gave me my first hairgasm. Hallelujah.
“And I have seen/Darker than ebony”
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