Day 13 - The Roxy, Our Second Date
We made a date to meet 3 days later at the Roxy.
Pre-cell-phone, a date was a date.
I had no doubts only anticipation.
The Roxy is a behemoth club and THIS was actually was a rave.
My first rave with my Hot-As-Shit boyfriend in Prague. I was so fuckin’ happenin’!
I found him right inside the door wearing my smile on his face. We were right back in sync, there was no starting over. He introduced me to his best friend who reminded me of The Edge. They spoke Czech more than English which I was used to at this point. I had gotten kind of good at following a conversation by watching. I could always, instantly, tell if it was about me. When softly confronted The Edge would give me insights...Apparently Yirka was had a thing for Black girls (as well he should) and as there were none in Prague I must have been a coup.
We had not been there more than 15 minutes when it happened. We were still in the entry way and suddenly She was here. She came right for us and without the slightest glance in my direction slid right between Yirka and myself. First, she apologized, in English, for her behavior when last they met. An apology, that in 3 days time, had not been extended to me.
The comment that followed that one, though in Czech needed NO translation.
During the 20 seconds in which it transpired here is what was revealed to me:
*How much taller than I they both were.
*They had a history and in front of me, her boyfriend, the Edge and everybody she was revealing it.
*The manner in which I am perceived by those who do not know me.
She had not concerned herself with me for one moment as I, in her mind, was nothing to be concerned with. This was truly surprising to me. Let us not forget – I am nothing if not a worthy adversary. But I could clearly see from where she had drawn her conclusion. I, in appearance am a non-threatening entity. I am short. I am squishy and have a huge smile. I laugh a lot – as much as I can. I can make friends with anyone and I am fun. I see that now, she had no idea. Clearly, she had no idea.
I fumed from below while scouring Yirka’s face for a reveal. There was none. Her comment had been a coy one - a friendly, flirty one and being male he had of course missed the true meaning of their interaction. As my silent rage subsided my new Czech boyfriend took me on the rounds. I soon learned that Yirka was quite popular. We went from group to group talking and smoking. Everyone wanted to smoke up Yirka. (Yirka by the way is the Czech equivalent of George - just to de-mystify him a little)
Pot & Hash were illegal as a source of income in Prague in the 90’s – It was illegal to sell it but it was legal to give it away. Given this, there was no preciousness afforded to the common joint. Thet were held between the knuckles like cigarettes and were tossed once they burned down to cigarette-butt size.
Well this just flew in the face of rational behavior. I, Bridgette Kimbrough would show them. Waste not, want not! They all stood slack jawed as I pinched the ends and dragged my final puffs. Oh by the way, this last one… was hash. My show-boating was greeted with applause. I thought I was a bad ass. I had smoked more than this on a Tuesday - I was just giving the people what they want! But negativity and doubt had stained our evening, and with only a KFC value meal to settle my constitution, I was outmatched.
So now I am sitting on the floor of the Roxy, head spinning, sweating… in a word - Fucked!
I tired to find a positive image to focus on and talk myself out of the crash that I could feel coming.
There was a girl in over-alls carrying a 6 foot inflatable banana. Great, I focused on her. For a few minutes it seemed to work. But when he returned with my coat I stopped trying because I thought he could save me. He couldn’t.
So, less than an hour after arriving I left. And the fear and negativity and got in the cab with me.