TheEx,TheRockers,TheNurses, TheMovieStarAndHalfADozen Santas.

You gotta hand it to my Ex. She does know how to cheer me up.

 

Sensing that I needed to go out, she turned up at my place on Saturday night insisting that I go to the 80's bar with her. Apparently she knew a few girls who were celebrating something that night and wanted her to join them. She of course, asked if I could come a long.

 

So, after much pleading, I relented and agreed to tag along. After all, the last few times I went to the place, I did enjoy myself eventhough I was a little wrought with the usual insecurities.

 

We hit the place with nothing more than minimal make-up, a pair of tight jeans, boots and a red plunge top which revealed a little too much. Talking about my insecurities eh? Fearing it, I put on that heavy black overcoat on which has somewhat become my defining attire for this year.

 

We walked in to the strains of Video Killed the Radio Star by the visiting band and already the place was packed with mullets and shoulder pads. I was, again dressed out of place ...

 

The girls that my Ex refered to were nurses from a local hospice celebrating a birthday for one of them. I was introduced to them, barely hearing anything above the powerful stage speakers.

 

And for the upteenth time, I drew the usual stares from the local patrons. I used to think because I was the only 'exotic' looking girl in the bar, but this time, those stares came added with whispers. I knew not of what.

 

It was only until a Diet Coke later and a Queen track I decided to go to the entrance for my usual menthol. One of the girls came up to me.

 

What she asked me blew my mind.

 

'Are you famous? You're on TV aren't you?'

 

It was not what I expected. I took a look at myself in the mirror by the door. I'm no movie star I thought but asked her just out of curiousity, where she saw me.

 

After a few minutes, I gathered that her mates and a few of the locals mistook me for a British Indian/Swiss actress.

 

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Strange eh? I must admit, I don't look anything like her at all, but to these women and a few other guys, I apparently did.

 

The power of make-up I guess.

 

The girls and I started a conversation. None of them clicked that I wasn't a real girl like them at all when I kept quiet about the number of children I had of whether 'my man' was around.

 

One of them was married to the bassist who was on stage and was of the opinion that the band was going to be big and they would all live the life of rockstars.

 

I knew the would because they were that good.

 

My Ex , in the meantime, was already on her second beer and was dancing fervently to Hawkwind's Silver Machine.

 

During their break, the band members came out for their cigarettes and I mingled with all of them.

 

The strangest feeling came over me. Not that I was mistaken for a movie star, not that I was being spoken to by budding artists but the fact that I was accepted as a attractive normal girl. A girl who was expected to have a boyfriend already and possibly with children.

 

The night got a little surreal later on. Most of the girls that were in there were dancing all around me while the men simply stood, nursing their last beers.

 

Then half a dozen Santas walked in and things got really weird ...

 

 

Done