I need some new tennie-runners. I should probably invest in cute high summer toesey shoes, but I just want to jump on my bike and pedal. I want to thunder down the hillsides to the sound.
At the bar job the other day a guy mentioned the consideration that comes with flip flops. "I have to consider what the chances are that I'm going to be chased."
I had totally forgotten about that reasoning. I used to only buy shoes I thought would stick with me if I needed to pound the sidewalk or bushes or escalator for some reason. I liked that shopping rule. And then I remembered the valentines day that I actually *did* get chased, and that decided it. Flat, comfy and cute, here I come.
Posted by Sonya at May 31, 2007 01:56 PMI used to have a thing where I wouldn't leave the house without being dressed and equipped for-- hand to god --three days in an uncharted wilderness. Life sucked enough back then that I was always toying with the idea of, instead of going to work or whatever, just going downtown and getting on a Greyhound to Nebraska and constructing a new identity from scratch. And if I ever reached the tipping point of just deciding to do it, I didn't want to have to go home and pack first.
True story, sad to say.
Posted by: Joshua at June 1, 2007 11:31 AM