My Lonely City

My birthday was Friday before last. Good Friday. I’m 25 now. Um … huzzah, I guess.

My husband bought me shoes. He knows me very well. They are the awesomest, jaw-dropping-ly coolest shoes ever – or, depending on your perspective, the cringe-inducingly weirdest shoes ever. I first saw these shoes when we went out to dinner with his family to BJ’s (review to follow … not really).

My brother-in-law, who exceeds even my passion for camping, hiking, and otherwise putting oneself in mortal peril of an outdoor sort, and I immediately reacted with, “Oh my gosh I want some!” while Jared and his Mom equally immediately reacted with, “Those are the weirdest things I’ve ever laid eyes on.” They looked waterproof, and they had TOES! Wow. So Jared, sweetheart that he is, got me some for my birthday.

He actually got me the olive drab/dark khaki ones, because that was what they had at Backwoods (very cool store, btw), and I didn’t want to wait for them to order them in another color. And since then, I’ve barely taken them off. They are so awesome! They are not, you know, warm, though, so the day after I got them when it rained my feet were pretty cold scudding across the parking lot. However, they dried off quick and – even better – seem to breathe incredibly well. So my feet stay cooler than they do even in my Keens, strange as that is.

And then, yesterday afternoon, I got my nose pierced. Discussion and pictures to follow (when I get around to it).