Three days ago I found myself at the corner of “You’re no
longer in civilization” and “Howdy ya’ll.” I was having dinner with my mother,
sister, my brother-in-law, a cowboy, two republicans and a waitress who tried
so hard to be Daisy Duke.
We sat around, on small folding chairs, at a picnic like
table with plastic silverware and for the first time I felt truly afraid. I
couldn’t help but wonder, “Is there a Macy’s near here or are we lost forever?”
We were at a barbeque place, one that I’ve been to before
the first time I came and visited my sister, and in the year since hasn’t
changed. I, if I can be truthful, expected bibles to be thrown at me and my Ralph
Lauren baby blue sweater and black Lauren shoes.
But first I’ll start with that morning.
My mother and sister left the apartment early to get nails
done and their hair did. I had no earthly interest in going with them so I decided
to stay at home and work on my new project.
My new project is a stage play called “(Color) Rose” and it’s
about a woman who falls in love with a man who isn’t everything she wanted him
to be. It plays on the idea of innocence and being a virgin and also plays
around with the idea of love and how it’s not always “Happily ever after.”
I wrote some quick scenes down, a few lines of good dialogue
and crafted my main characters when I got a phone call from my sister.
“Wanna go out?”
“Aren’t you getting your nails done?”
“They fucked them up so I have to go to the place by me and
figured you would want some sort of food.”
I was hungry so I decided to go with them. They picked me up
about ten minutes later my sister in the front seat with her sunglasses on
staring at her nails.
“Look at they did,” she said as soon as I stepped into the
car.
I, personally, didn’t see anything wrong with them nor did I
see much of a change from her last set. “Oh yeah I see it. They really fucked
up.” I decided to go with the safe route.
We drove to the nearest Walmart, her first mistake, and as
we walked inside she said, “I love these bitches here. They’re funny, smart and
real. I go to Tina all the time.”
And sure enough, as soon as we walked in, Tina saw my sister
and exclaimed, “Well lookie lookie who showed up. Yes.” She led my sister to
the back, chatting the whole way like old friends.
My mother and I sat outside on a bench.
“Why does she go to a Walmart for her nails?” I asked.
“Cheaper.”
“Its like that time I got my hair cut at Walmart. It was
lopsided and cost five dollars remember,” I say.
“I don’t think she’ll go back to that place anymore though,”
my mother said.
“Why?”
“They called her hairy.”
And I laughed. A really good belly laugh.
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