Thursday, May 27, 2010

Fashion

The weather has been a little unusual lately. Typically, once May arrives, there is little rain in the Bay until Novemberish. While the rain is good for our reservoirs, it's not so great for practices at night.

We've had some nasty practices in the rain this year. At one practice, my hands were so cold I couldn't take off my shoes and simply drove home wearing all of my wet clothes with the heater on full blast.

Thus, when the rain came again this week, one of my teammates shows up with water-proof pants pulled up to her knees.

"Those kinda look like old school basketball shorts," says one of my teammates.

"What?" I ask.

"Well, for you, they aren't so old school," she says in reference to my rapidly approaching 40th birthday.

I laughed...well, sorta.

We then somehow got on the subject of the sportswear of the past.

"It was horrible in the 80's...shorts were way too tight," I state.

"What do you mean?" asks one of my many lesbian teammates.

"You could see everything."

"What?"

At this point I realize I am talking about men's fashion...not women's fashion. The male past blows in on a gust of wind. I try to recover.

"You could see their package...it was just gross. Women's fashion was just fine...well, except for the collared shirts and the poofy hair."

Hopefully my little stray into men's fashion didn't trigger any suspicion, but simply makes her think I was more into boys in my past.

4 comments:

Jessica Lyn said...

Quick save, I hope you didnt set off any alarms.

I thought you were into boys now?!?

Kara said...

I'm queer...gender isn't a constraint to who I date...but I hang out with my lesbian friends quite a bit, so they probably tend to think that I like girls more...which I kinda still do. When you only have 4" of depth, it makes it kinda hard to have those type of relations with men.

Denial Framework said...

Busted! I "hated" those shorts back then, at least some of the color combinations were fun.

Josie Kat said...

Oh god, it does happen doesn't it! Everything is going ok, it's an otherwise normal day, the kind you have wished for in the past and now take for granted. Then BANG you can find yourself here, looking for the quick save! recently, I was talking about school days to some new friends only for a girl my age to say they went to the same school - I of course went to the other campus for boys (why is that so hard to write btw??) 2 miles away in the same year and had to suddenly be a year older...