Belle and I attended a grand opening party at a hair salon last night. I took a risk by going because the salon owner doesn't know me. We have only waved at each other in passing over the past few months since the salon opened. I found the event on Facebook.
We were having fun until I knocked over a drink somebody left on a table. The salon owner and her mom overreacted and then ignored me. The drink (white wine) fell out of a plastic cup onto a vinyl floor and wiped clean. No permanent damage was caused by me spilling this drink, unlike the stain left on both my dress and Belle's after Belle smeared my henna tattoo. I digress.
It wasn't about the spilled drink or the paper towels I knocked into the toilet in haste (Seriously, the same little girl ALWAYS banged on the door needing to pee each time I checked into the tiny toilet.). Maybe seeing a liquid spilled triggered something in the women. Who knows? Their reaction echoed years of me being made to feel small and changed the way I saw myself.
I stopped having fun after that. Someone even came after me as we were leaving to make sure we were okay. Really, I had to disconnect from drunks and egos. I spent all day nursing a hang over and a bruised ego. Then I realized it wasn't that big of a deal. If someone holds a grudge because I enjoyed myself at their party, where I helped celebrate their abundance, screw them!