History Repeats!
I'm a big Star Wars fan. I've made it a point to see every new Star Wars movie on the big screen, even though I thought The Force Awakens and The Last Jedi were garbage (I'm a Star Wars purist. Fight me!). As most of you already know, the 9th Star Wars Episode, The Rise of Skywalker, opened a couple weeks ago. Due to my work schedule and social commitments, I wasn't able to see it until today.
You may recall about 2.5 years ago that I took my first bold step into the world of the "normals" by attending a screening of Avengers Infinity War wearing a blue skater skirt, glossy black hose and ballet flats. It was both nerve-wracking and exhilarating at the same time.
Well, today I took that leap again. This time it was during the day, when there were very few people at the cinema or indeed in the auditorium itself (I think there were 5 of us in all), but it was still hugely liberating.
For today's foray, I wore a blue LulaRoe "Cassie" pencil skirt with geometric patterns on it, along with a pair of my beloved Hanes Perfect Nudes pantyhose in the "transparent" shade, a simple silver anklet and my trusty black ballet flats. There was also a pink lace thong involved, but this isn't the sort of blog where we discuss things like that in any sort of detail. The top half of the outfit was strictly male. T-shirt, Carhartt jacket, ballcap. Oh, I did wear a pair of pretty, girly, jacket earrings, just to round out the look. I think I looked pretty respectable, if not slightly off kilter.
I had about half an hour to waste before the movie started (and could've wasted another half hour to skip the damnable movie trailers and other dreck they force us to endure before viewing the film we paid so handsomely to see), so I stopped at a nearby Goodwill store to look for pretty, girly things that I couldn't live without.I'm not mousy when out in public, regardless of how I'm attired, so I didn't try walking down the less populated aisles or staring at my feet to avoid eye contact. I strode through the shop very boldly and deliberately. First, I headed for the shoe section. I don't often find any shoes in my size at any thrift store, but I always check just in case. The only acceptable offering was a pair of really cute gray ballet flats covered in glitter. I tried one on and it fit perfectly. Then I looked at the price tag. $18.99 for a pair of hand-me-down ballet flats? The people who price these things must be out of their minds. I put the cute shoe back on the rack and headed to the dress section. There I found a black dress with a really lovely blue floral pattern on it, in exactly my size, and at less than half the price of those sparkly flats. I ran off to the fitting room with the dress as fast as my legs would carry me, flew out of my skirt and t-shirt and slid the new prospect down over my head. From the neckline to the hemline, I ADORE this dress, and I think it looks spectacular on me. The moment I caught my reflection in the mirror, I actually said, out loud, "Need it."
After striking gold with the black dress and striking out on shoes, skirts and basically everything else, I decided to take a quick look at the clearance racks. To my great delight, I found a cardigan and a lovely cowl-necked top in my size for $0.99 each. I didn't even bother trying them on. I took a quick look at my phone and decided it was time to head to the cinema.
Upon arrival at the cinema, everything went as smoothly as I could ever ask for. Very few people in the building, and none of them seemed to take any particular notice of me and my odd attire. In the auditorium, a man in my row caught sight of my skirt (and my struggle climbing the stairs in a pencil skirt with my long, manly strides). He gave me a peculiar look as I walked by him, but nothing was or needed to be said.
First obstacle - I get to my assigned seat to find a man sitting in the seat beside it and his coat lying in my seat. Hey, I'm Joe Cool over here! I told the guy not to worry and just took the next seat over, leaving my coat, popcorn and drink in the seat beside that. After exchanging small talk with the guy pilfering my seat, I ran off to the men's room for a pre-flick tinkle. Again, nobody was there to say anything, and probably wouldn't have even if they had been.
Back to the auditorium just in time for those horrid movie trailers and aforementioned dreck, which seemed to go on forever, but anyway...the movie starts and everything is cool. Too cool, in fact. My legs are getting colder and colder as the film goes on. Good thing I had that Carhartt coat with the toasty warm sherpa lining! I slipped off my flats and managed to tuck both legs and feet under my coat.
The movie ended and I went back to my car, after another stop at the washroom. This time there was a man in there recycling some of that movie theater soda, but I doubt he noticed anything unusual about me, or at least didn't let on that he had. Meanwhile, I'm once again trying to hold up the front of my skirt without the back following suit and exposing my behind for the whole world to see. Okay, got through that, now back to the car and back home.
Let's pump the brakes
This post has become quite a bit longer than I had originally intended, so I'll save the story of what happened after the movie for another post. It's actually rather dull, so I may not post it at all.
Thank you for reading my ramblings, friends. I'll post again soon!
