So yesterday, boyfriend and I made our quarterly trip to Georgetown. Mostly because i needed a new pair of jeans as mine ripped recently – not so much ripped as were just worn. I typically – for some bizarre-o reason only have one wearable pair of jeans in my wardrobe at a time, the other ones are worn and torn, or no longer fit me like my long time favorite abercrombie jeans – when i used to fit into a girls size 16 at abercrombie kids. $40 jeans at abercrombie? I think yes. They were ripped ever so much at the cuff, the color was perfect and they were soo comfy. Unfortunately, the sophomore 15 that i gained somewhere between my freshman and middler year until i started getting too busy to eat, made it just so that when i sit in said jeans, they rip a little bit more. So they’re saved, in hopes that once i get my ass in gear again, that I’ll some day fit into them again.
I digress, so i went to AE in Georgetown in hopes of finding the perfect jeans. I wanted a darker pair this time. A pair that would look nice when i went out and also nice when i go to the market or when boyfriend and I are kicking around the city.
I came out with these jeans
Yay jeans!!! I also came out with a pair of pink ballet flats for $12 
Love cheap shoes!
But next weekend – because i figure why not own 2 pairs, i’m going to go back for these:
These. I think. I want a dark pair. So we’ll see.
So after that, boyfriend and i went to Pizza Paradiso for dinner which was tasty. By 9pm – when we were supposed to be arriving at McFadden’s for my free happy hour – we were barely getting back to the apartment. Whoops.
However, and here is my tale of my bus woes. We were minding our business on the bus. Sitting in the first row facing the front of the bus, i was reading my latest book “the Tenth Circle” by Jodie Picoult. When on came some little kids and their mother. Now given that I…am not racist…i will not generalize. I will not say things out of anger – i understand that it was just…little kids who don’t know better.
I got the feeling that they were staring at me. But then they asked…
“Are you having a baby??”
I looked down at my stomach. Did i really look that bad? i know I have a small stomach that marathon training didn’t quite get rid of but was it really that bad??? I tried not to cry. I looked over at boyfriend who put his arm around me and told me to ignore them. Their mother turned a blind eye and let her youngen stare rudely and giggle because they thought i was…knocked up.
Now, to any 20 something, unmarried girl, asking if she’s preggers when she’s quite obviously not, you’re apt to get a punch in the face – a bag, shoe, fist, whatever might be accessible. It’s quite possibly one of the most insulting things you could possibly ask a woman if she’s not obviously pregnant. Unfortunately, given the tensions aroused by the Jena 6 – I was not about to test the boundaries and say something and be accused of being racist when i would have said the same thing to any other child if they had insulted me like that. Women are sensitive about that kind of stuff, but as boyfriend said “They’re kids. They don’t know better.”
But the part of it that angered me the most was that the mother did not take responsibility for her children. She allowed to keep acting as they were – in part teaching them that it’s okay to be rude to strangers. I have a HUGE problem with that because I was raised that you should treat others the way that you would like to be treated. She didn’t apologize on behalf of her youngens, she just ignored the situation but you know, who am I to judge? Who am i to judge the mothering techniques of an urban mother? Who am i to judge because this small family – whose background I don’t know, probably had life a helluva lot worse than I ever did. No no, if I did any of that…i’d be a racist. So i sat silently peeved, shooting dirty looks at the kids hoping they’d get the hint to leave me alone, unsure quite how to handle the situation so i tried it ignore it the best I could until we got to our stop.
Upon stepping off the bus, I finally let my rage out. I cursed the bratty kids, i cursed the ignorant mother. I cursed urban youth as a whole. I was frustrated, angered, and the fact that i’m fighting a nasty nasty cold just makes it that much worse. Think like snot filled, horrid cough, and a wretched headache to boot. I felt bad for my increasing bad mood but the night progressed and the bad mood changed. We met up with former roomie, had some drinks at McFadden’s and then popped over to GW’s favorite dive – Froggy Bottom Pub. Where the music was good, the atmosphere laid back and hte beer cheap. It was like…a divey-er conor larkins and had i not felt so wretched, i would have felt right at home.
By 12:30 i was beat so we came home. I promptly crashed, and since waking up around 10 or so, haven’t done much but lounge around with puppy. I enjoy lazy sundays.
