so, i am grumpy today. first miesposo hits my car, thanks. second, mother in law shows up for a visitation. to talk about upcoming weddings. whatever prima's in centro espanol in october and my sister in law in POP in november. traje formal, she says.
now, we all know i am shorts and flip flops kinda woman. no salon every week, no fancy haircuts (last week i was so bored i cut my own hair, put it in a pony tail, squint my eyes and cut), no jewelry, no shoes and handbags fetis. but when i have to i scrub up well. i knew about november wedding and bought a dress back home. in a second hand shop, ha!, my mother in law would faint. anyway, a dress, black and grey, leopard print, asymmetric, party dress. alas, it appears it ain’t formal. formal? god help me, it’s a middle class wedding in a third world country, not bloody oscars! needless to say my in law was not happy, she already brought me a dress to wear, badly fitting blue monstrosity, but, you know, long and with mucho sequins. as formal as it gets.
i flat out refused. she says i need to wear formal, i said i will wear what i want full stop. she did not take it well. grabbed her bag and left.
now, i don’t know what to say. when i was a teen i missed school, when i did show up i was drank, drugged or both. i was disrespectful towards teachers and the elderly, i got into trouble. i don’t do authorities well. i will never progress at work. heck, once when my american boss was giving a speech to his workers and asked rhetorically why did i come to DR? i cut in saying it was for cheap pussy (he did find a love of his life among barbanegra girls, what can i say?). i suffer from chronic overhonesty. it does get in a way, sometimes but it works for me. it’s an easy life. because i really, really, do not care. and if i had one last f**k to give i would dress it up in flip flops and funny pack and take it out to dinner.
but DR… tradition and appearances are everything here. things are done in a certain way. always. are there no rebels in DR? we established there is metal music scene in SD but rebels without cause are more difficult to google. any one has a story about black sheep in their dominican families? any teenage angst?
now, we all know i am shorts and flip flops kinda woman. no salon every week, no fancy haircuts (last week i was so bored i cut my own hair, put it in a pony tail, squint my eyes and cut), no jewelry, no shoes and handbags fetis. but when i have to i scrub up well. i knew about november wedding and bought a dress back home. in a second hand shop, ha!, my mother in law would faint. anyway, a dress, black and grey, leopard print, asymmetric, party dress. alas, it appears it ain’t formal. formal? god help me, it’s a middle class wedding in a third world country, not bloody oscars! needless to say my in law was not happy, she already brought me a dress to wear, badly fitting blue monstrosity, but, you know, long and with mucho sequins. as formal as it gets.
i flat out refused. she says i need to wear formal, i said i will wear what i want full stop. she did not take it well. grabbed her bag and left.
now, i don’t know what to say. when i was a teen i missed school, when i did show up i was drank, drugged or both. i was disrespectful towards teachers and the elderly, i got into trouble. i don’t do authorities well. i will never progress at work. heck, once when my american boss was giving a speech to his workers and asked rhetorically why did i come to DR? i cut in saying it was for cheap pussy (he did find a love of his life among barbanegra girls, what can i say?). i suffer from chronic overhonesty. it does get in a way, sometimes but it works for me. it’s an easy life. because i really, really, do not care. and if i had one last f**k to give i would dress it up in flip flops and funny pack and take it out to dinner.
but DR… tradition and appearances are everything here. things are done in a certain way. always. are there no rebels in DR? we established there is metal music scene in SD but rebels without cause are more difficult to google. any one has a story about black sheep in their dominican families? any teenage angst?