Black: Right place, wrong time...

So just yesterday I decided to spur-of-the-moment go out with some resident friends to a local wine bar. There we were going to celebrate one of my friend's boyfriends successful maneuvering of the residency interview system.

Being that I didn't want to be horribly late, I actually arrived at the place on time.

It was an awfully swanky looking place with a tasting room on one half and the actual store on the other.

I didn't know if anyone was there yet so I slipped into the front door and upon not seeing anyone, whipped out my cell phone to call and see where everyone was.

Now I should've known something was odd because pretty much, all eyes were looking at me intermittently with curiosity and apprehension. This isn't new for me: I've come to expect that in many places that I frequent with my white friends.

But this was worse than usual. And instead of just turning and high tailing it out of there (because that was awkward) I stood there like a deer in headlights.

Then a guy walked up to me and said, "oh, this is a private party so the place isn't open." And with shame and weirdness plastered on my face, I turned and walked out.

Yup, embarassing. I tried not to get angry with my friends who told me to go there and of course, I made no mention to them what happened. But it did hurt my feelings...alot.

I hate feeling like that and part of me is now reluctant to ever go near that place again. And another little part resents my friends for allowing me to walk into a trap.

Yeah, I know I'm overreacting but I don't care. They weren't the ones standing there looking like an idiot...