The guy and I went out for dinner and a movie Saturday night. There is a little independent art theater called, The Art, actually that was newly renovated just a few blocks from my house. It's in a section of town that is one street over from sketchy, it's filled with funky vintage shops, a fantastic independent coffee shop, a rockabilly style barber shop. You know the section, we all have a section of town like that. This is my section though, the one I've been shopping on since my 20's. The one I met my ex-husband on. The one that I went to the movies even when the sad, old seats would leave spring marks on my ass.
I'm so happy for our little part of town, the new refurbished theater is doing well, a wine bar has gone in and our newly favorite noodle shop is both tasty and inexpensive.
It's my. part. of. town. if I haven't mentioned that yet.
I was enjoying my glass of wine and Pho [noodles] when a group of people arrived at the front door and they looked familiar. A few minutes later they pushed a zillion tables together and in piles the cheerleaders. The ones I went to high school with, the ones that were a year or two ahead of me, the ones in school that drove up in new cars and had all the fancy clothes. They drove across town, to MY street. The one I have lived off of, in three different apartments just-this-side-of-sketchy, over the past 20 years.
grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. MY. STREET.
They don't know me [nor recognized me], and to be honest I don't know them. I'm sure they're lovely people in their Range Rovers, and skinny jeans, I'm sure the shop owners don't care where they live as long as they spend money. I should be glad too if I could get past it all. But there it is. It's becoming gentrified, because these women would have turned their noses up at this street just a year ago but now it's cool to go slummin' with the rest of the art kids.
They followed us across the street to the movie as well. Two whole rows of people. More money for the million dollar restoration I tell myself. I don't have a choice, I have to let them in. But I just want you to know....
it's still my street.