At last, a good NY slice in Ann Arbor—thin, perfectly charred crust topped w/ tangy tomato sauce & a generous helping of Zingerman’s mozzarella. Rumor has it they’re extending their hrs to late night 🥴👅. —————————————
In sticking w/ basic white girl custom, I decided to go out the night before my birthday. Besides, what could possibly be more fun than standing at a crowded basement bar w/ 5 friends + 100 drunk strangers to celebrate the big 2-2? Nothing that I can think of. I gave the night a real fighting chance. I even cracked open the bottle of Hennessy that my dad hijacked from my Nana’s cupboard this summer. The cork crumbled inside of the bottle & I could only manage to stomach ~1/4 of a sip, but it was symbolic nonetheless: I was ready to have myself a night. And a night I had—until about 11:45 when, just like 1 yr ago, I quietly exited the bar, dialed my mom’s #, & proceeded home. As I strolled across campus, chatting about my failed attempt to stay out till 12, I came across a group of 7 guys playing football outside Ross. I’m not sure what possessed me to do it—maybe it was boredom; maybe it was my relentless desire to confront toxic masculinity; or maybe it was my subconscious need to prove that I wasn’t like every other girl, that I was #different. I don’t know what it was, but before I knew it, I had shouted at one of the guys to throw me the ball. To my surprise, he obeyed. So, standing there in my heels & skirt, mom still on the line, I now had a football in my hand. Using everything I knew from my 2yr stint of playing fb in the yard w/ my dad, age 7-9, I prepared for my throw. I positioned my fingers across the laces, stretched my arm way back, & recited my dad’s words in my head: “you’ve got a good arm, kid.” Either I got less athletic or my dad lied b/c the ball moved oh-so painfully slow thru the air, lacked a single spiral, & barely made it into the hands of the receiver. So I wasn’t the female Tom Brady. So I didn’t defy gender stereotypes & singlehandedly turn the patriarchy on its head thru my incredible ability to throw a football. And so I was in fact just like all those other girls. But hey, look, it was 12:00am! I mfkin’ made it!