Doctor 20059

This was the first weekend in a while where I had nothing to do. Absolutely nothing. Did that stop me from going out? Nerp. On Friday, I went to my girl’s house and kicked it there for a while then we all went to a club. Can I tell y’all I’m so over the club. I hated every minute of being there. Hate might be a strong word. But I left at 11, called Edwige to see if she wanted to get food and this biddy gave me a yawn followed by mumblings about being in her PJ’s. *eyeroll*

Then Saturday I ended up at a sports bar watching the Redskins game. Not because I am a fan. I am a band-wagon-jumper-oner if ever there was one. I am a go-hard fan of the winner–whomever that might be! And you know that I couldn’t be around all those people without coming back with a story to tell.

When I was at the sports bar (Grand Slam for you locals.), my girls and I were sitting above the crowd, under a freaking spot-light. I didn’t mind it so much. Matter of fact, y’all know I love a good elevated surface. My girls were there for the game. They are true football fans. Me, on the other hand, could care less what’s on TV so long as I have food, drink, and good company.

Later that weekend, I was talking to one of the girls. She stated that with all those men we encountered, she didn’t meet anyone. This seemed strange because I thought she really went to the bar to watch the game. When I go out, and it’s been this way forever, I don’t go out with a mission to meet men. Hell, if that was the case, I damn sure wouldn’t go to a club. I could meet men in the light of day and without enduring the smoke and stuff clubs are known for. I could meet men at the grocery store, the CVS, the gas station, etc. Whenever I go to any gathering, it’s not because I’m thinking, “Oh this is where all the men are.”

More specifically, when I go to a sports bar (and yes, I’ve gone to many), I don’t think any of those men are there to meet women. As best I know, they are actually there to WATCH THE GAME. Who knew?

Sunday night, about two hours after taking a Unisom (shyt didn’t work!) and reading The Darkest Child, my mind weaved thoughts together. I thought about this weekend and the things I did, even the shows I watched. Right before I left the sports bar, my boy C showed up. To make a long story short, he said to our girl while motioning towards me, “She’s more the type of girl I’d talk to. And girls like her usually don’t come to places like this. And if they do, they don’t look like they’re having fun…”

Sure his was probably an honest statement on his part. He knows me and knows my interests lessens after doing anything for more than an hour. I just have a short attention span. So even if I was a die-hard football fan, by the middle of the second quarter, my mind would be wondering. He also knows that I like making things. I like powertools and I know how to make a fire. For all my girl-girl-ness, I even like the outdoors! I’ve had so many people meet me, get to knw me, and then remark how I’m nothing like they thought I’d be. So then, it’s possible that women he’d talk to would come to a sports bar to really watch the game.

This weekend, aside from hanging with the girls, I watched TV. I got to see one of my favorite programs. Doctor 90210!!! Gosh I love that show. As a matter of fact, I love all surgery shows. The episode featured two sisters. One was 17, had just gotten a nose job and was getting her breasts done. Her sister was getting liposuction, breast implants and lift, as well as some extra stomach skin removed. It was awesome. I love when they take off the fat skin and show it to us!!!

Now remember, I was going over all these things while under the influence of Unisom. I’d always planned to get some ‘work’ done. My first stuff was supposed to be done (a little lipo) this past December but my money wasn’t right. Because I’d seen the 17 year old get breasts–just weeks after getting her nose done, I wondered aloud (yes, aloud) if I’d do that for my daughter. And what’s the assumption made about women with big breasts?? Let a woman be pretty and have big ti-tays! Nobody will ever look and her and think she’s smart!

Furthermore, would I want my daughter to be so much into her looks that she’d even fix her mouth to ask me to buy her some boobs!! The nose, I can sorta see only if she’d gotten in broken and it was crooked. Otherwise, hellous nous! Dammit, at the same time, I have all these conversations we’ve had on here and all the ones I’ve had in real life that tell me looks really-really matter. So maybe this teenage boob getter’s mom was on to something. The girl even said if you’re pretty, you don’t need breasts. And she was a cute girl. Maybe she just didn’t think she was cute enough to not have more than a B cup. Even still, I can’t imagine sitting in the waiting room while my 17 year old baby got boobs!!!!

After much dialog with myself, I decided looks do matter. But sometimes, people aren’t what they look like they are. While looks might attract, it’s well worth it to get to know people before settling into an opinion of the person. Unisom is some bee-sheep!!! I couldn’t get to sleep last night but dammit if Im’ sitting at work (not working from home *eyeroll*) nodding like a drug addict! Oh and I love watching surgery shows!