July 20, 2003 - 1:21 a.m.
walking home tonight, after a long shift on the patio... i was pleased with the breezy feeling on my legs as my sundress swished around my thighs and flip flops flapped pleasantly on the pavement, it was the perfect transitional outfit for going to the harbour; cool in the afternoon, refreshing in the evening. so, enroute, after splitting a cab with Kim part way... it's 1 am. college street and a carfull of 6 ginos roll down their windows to holla "puta" etc at me... aka... whore.
First of all, I'm wearing flipflops.
Second... you're in a minivan.
As if i needed to say anymore... they were obviously unacquainted with our fine city's cruising strips, aka jarvis or sherbourne or jarvis and maitland... if you want a bit of a twist.
I sometimes wonder what people would do if you actually spoke to them... like the time we came home from coco lezzone where we'd had that incredible meal with dave woo... calamari, grilled jumbo shrimp and veggies with pinenut crusted chevre platter to start, caesars, martinis and australian shiraz ... bottomless glasses, chicken breast stuffed with sundried tomato, with spinach and herbed mashed potato, and a huge fruit platter to finish with a martini glass full of cran, straw, rasp and blueberries, cantaloupe, papaya, mango, apricot, lychee and some kinda strange poppyseed spike fruit...with very little taste but a funky aesthetic, finished with ice wine and dave's usual flourish of sweeping us and the check off our feet, and table, respectively... when on our way home we overheard some guys tossing the word fag around and then telling us we had a great "unique" style. Half a block later we turned around to thank them for the compliment but correct their queer insensitivity to their choice of words... pointing out that the girls with the great style are, in fact, gay and might be offended by the comments that make them look like ignorant losers. THey appologized and thanked us for putting it so kindly.
I wish i had the guts to do that at work... sometimes i do... like leaving the fadi figurine at a table ( the one from mc donalds) and telling them to talk to the "manager"
