this will (likely) be the last post about my
new pair of shoes, unless there is some other opportunity (doubtful) that presents itself. i contemplated, "why the hell would i bring
them to SD with me?" 2 simple answers came to mind:
. . . (1) i gotta wear shoes, and
. . . (2) i might as well wear open-toed shoes in a climate that is better-suited (at this time of year - errrr -
all year round) for open-toed shoes and fabu pedis.
and i would later learn there would be a third answer.


i went for the "2 birds with 1 stone" approach.
have a 'business' meeting with the
him, the buddy of
delicate flower (aka
bill n).
the
banter between
he (bill n) and
him warranted a face-to-face with
him ... or a face-to-chest(?!) with
him.
him's gotta be like 7 feet-5 inches or something tall with prime numbers. i mean, with my new shoes, i'm? what? 5' 11"? perhaps a bit of an over-estimate but i'm tall(er), dammit!.
a third answer later came to mind
as i sat/chat with
him
. . . (3)
him gave me a totally unsolicited compliment on my shoes.
chicks dig dudes who compliment shoes!
["I will hug him and pet him and love him and squeeze him and I will name him George."]Labels: bill n, moi, r|trip, sd visit