In which Acacia laments of the pain in her feet
...and blatantly refers to herself in the third person. But that's beside the point.
On Sunday, as many of you know, I went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with Sam, a fine human being. The movie was relatively good (not great, in my opinion, but good) and at least while we were in the theater, I was warm. I, foolish person that I am, decided to wear a knee-length skirt and shoes that were sort of a hybrid between high heels and platforms; "wedges"? At any rate, these, despite their relative level of comfort as compared to other high heels, would not be my first choice of shoes to wear if I knew we were going to be walking any great distance. More on that later. So, after the movie, we made our way over to Taxis to eat messy foods; good fun. Then, we decided to visit Barnes and Noble, seeing as a warm bookstore seemed like a good place to be; it was starting to get ungodly cold outside. After warming up over a hot drink (Sam got some coffee) and engaging in Conversation, I suggested we "meander". I was feeling warmer for really no logical reason, and the walking helped me retain a little of that. So, we ambled along with no real destination in mind, no plan per se other than to talk and keep our legs moving for warmth. We ended up walking behind Barnes and Noble, along a street, and we wound up at the freeway overpass. Seeing as we had no real desire to stay at the shopping center wherein lies Regal Cinemas, we adventurous folk raced across the street and continued on our way. And continued on our way. Soon, we found ourselves so far from the movie theater that it would be improbable to walk back to be picked up by my parent. So, we soldiered on despite the growing cold. Really, we didn't mean to walk all the way from Regal Cinemas to that park by Safeway (which, Alex informs me, is a distance of 6.5 miles). It just happened. And it was fun, too, in a freezing, painful, goofy-looking sort of way. No, it really was fun. Any time I get to hang out with Sam for several hours is bound to be enjoyable, despite any permanent damage to my feet. Eventually, I just took off my shoes and hopped around barefoot. Sam loaned me his sweatshirt, which was an overly kind gesture.
SAM: And we walked 6 1/2 miles at night time in the winter, with one sweatshirt and one pair of shoes between us. Good times.
ME: yes, yes it was.
ME: you really shouldn't have given me your sweatshirt, in the end.
SAM: It wasn't a problem, I honestly wasn't that cold without it.
ME: well, then you must be inhuman.
I ended up looking rather goofy, what with wearing a largeish orange sweatshirt, a skirt, and no shoes. Currently, I have blisters in places where one should not have blisters.
Again, again! I want to do this more often!
Cold doesn't matter when you have someone to hug.
On Sunday, as many of you know, I went to see Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire with Sam, a fine human being. The movie was relatively good (not great, in my opinion, but good) and at least while we were in the theater, I was warm. I, foolish person that I am, decided to wear a knee-length skirt and shoes that were sort of a hybrid between high heels and platforms; "wedges"? At any rate, these, despite their relative level of comfort as compared to other high heels, would not be my first choice of shoes to wear if I knew we were going to be walking any great distance. More on that later. So, after the movie, we made our way over to Taxis to eat messy foods; good fun. Then, we decided to visit Barnes and Noble, seeing as a warm bookstore seemed like a good place to be; it was starting to get ungodly cold outside. After warming up over a hot drink (Sam got some coffee) and engaging in Conversation, I suggested we "meander". I was feeling warmer for really no logical reason, and the walking helped me retain a little of that. So, we ambled along with no real destination in mind, no plan per se other than to talk and keep our legs moving for warmth. We ended up walking behind Barnes and Noble, along a street, and we wound up at the freeway overpass. Seeing as we had no real desire to stay at the shopping center wherein lies Regal Cinemas, we adventurous folk raced across the street and continued on our way. And continued on our way. Soon, we found ourselves so far from the movie theater that it would be improbable to walk back to be picked up by my parent. So, we soldiered on despite the growing cold. Really, we didn't mean to walk all the way from Regal Cinemas to that park by Safeway (which, Alex informs me, is a distance of 6.5 miles). It just happened. And it was fun, too, in a freezing, painful, goofy-looking sort of way. No, it really was fun. Any time I get to hang out with Sam for several hours is bound to be enjoyable, despite any permanent damage to my feet. Eventually, I just took off my shoes and hopped around barefoot. Sam loaned me his sweatshirt, which was an overly kind gesture.
SAM: And we walked 6 1/2 miles at night time in the winter, with one sweatshirt and one pair of shoes between us. Good times.
ME: yes, yes it was.
ME: you really shouldn't have given me your sweatshirt, in the end.
SAM: It wasn't a problem, I honestly wasn't that cold without it.
ME: well, then you must be inhuman.
I ended up looking rather goofy, what with wearing a largeish orange sweatshirt, a skirt, and no shoes. Currently, I have blisters in places where one should not have blisters.
Again, again! I want to do this more often!
Cold doesn't matter when you have someone to hug.