A Frank Sinatra Day

Well, allowing myself time to wind down, if was a good day. It was a pretty easy day light with a bit of frustration in the middle.

Let me give you the happy ending, went to see Serenity, it was great, and equally as great the trailer for The Chronicles of Narnia. So I sit here to tell you a story imagine that I have Frank Sinatra playing in the background, because… well do I really need a reason?

Went shoe shopping, I hate shoe shopping. Mainly because everything is so blasted expensive. So I find all the shoes in the store that are 49.99  a lot of new balance shoes, problem is I just don’t tend to wear that type of shoe. You know what I like? I like the original blue and beige airwalks, basic shoes, dark and powerful. Last pair I got was from payless for 24.00. Wasn’t that easy this time, Payless didn’t have daily wear shoes I cared for. So I started looking at all the other stores which is wear I ran into the New Balances for 49.99. I waffled between two shoes stores at the oak court mall, one more sporty one not. Both places people were falling over themselves asking me if I needed shoes or something. I actually tried two pair of those new Balance shoes not, nothing against them morally, just not my bag. See, I am not trying to make a statement with my shoes, I have small non imposing feet and I like to keep it that way. I don’t cotton to runner style athletic shoes, they are great but just not me. I even own a pair of New Balance shoes, if I should ever run, they are so comfortable, not for daily wear. So then I went to the other store nothing I was willing to pay for, maybe it is just cause I am cheap, or poor one of the two.  

Now here is the rub, I went to footlocker next, very little prompting in buying shoes. I looked found two pair of soccer style shoes that I would be willing to wear, I think they fit my definition of classy, and take into account NB lovers it is my definition and I am not really that popular so it probably speaks better for you that I don’t like them.

Take into account I don’t wear a watch because I have a phone with a clock on it, but I think I had been looking for two hours at least, I can do that, too many blasted choices. I hate making choices, this was one of the few times I wished I was married so I could have some woman who knew me just pick me a pair that goes with the majority of my apparel. So finally I get someone to respond to me at footlocker, ask for my whopping 8 ½’s. I tried them on, a little too tight, “hmm maybe they will stretch, I should compare them to a 9” while I was also thinking, “the service here is terrible and I almost don’t want to buy anything here because of that” it took me another ten minutes to get a hold of someone to get me a nine. While conversing with the lady next to me about how I hate shopping for shoes I was informed there were no 9’s in that shoe but they had it in the white ones. I told him politely that I don’t wear white it gets too dirty too fast, only dark colors. But I figured I was going to buy shoes that day because I had spent so much time anyway. So, I went back to payless.

No one bothers me in payless, and all the shoes are out so I find a pair of cheapo’s that resemble the old scetchers I had just a pair of black casual shoes, I think they are classy enough, they might even look expensive and they were only 20.00. So After all that, I was exhausted. I think the problem for me is that there are too many choices, it is easier when (like in payless) there is one style of each type of shoe. Anyway, this is my story.

So now as I prepare to sleep I will fast forward my CD to “One for my Baby, one for the road,” and go to bed.

And I am supposed to be excited because she is wearing a backpack?

Went dancing tonight

Went dancing tonight, I know that the folk who went to harding with me know of my skillz via spring sing, but there is still a lot for me to learn. So anyway I went to this place where they teach for free on Wednesday nights and learned the Charleston last week, learned the East Coast Six Step, and the Lindy Hop. Now the East Coast Six Step was pretty easy but the other two are difficult. Around the end of the night I noticed I was doing the single Charleston, but making very little headway with the Lindy Hop. I know there are 8 counts and in theory I know where my feet are supposed to go, but I end up pretty much just spinning in a circle, and getting very dizzy. Regardless, I am exhausted, so I am going to go to bed.