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hello, feet
Jun. 9th, 2007 02:22 amI went through an orgy of dress-trying-on this evening in hopes of finding something to wear at the wedding I'm attending tomorrow. Interestingly, I was able to zip up all of the dresses I acquired toward the end of the Juniper period. I really should lose 10 more lbs to make one of them look better, but I'd been resigned to the fact that I'd never fit in those dresses again. I'm not exercising more, so I have no clue what's behind the weight loss.
The dress issue settled, I decided I needed to rot my brain and so set out to go see Oceans 13. A powerful storm had rolled through, bringing lightning crashing in the alley (I jumped) and torrential downpours. The outdoors smelled like wet dog, and laundry, and roses, and had a constant background hum of dripping and splashing and running water. By the time I got down to dupont the Dupont 5 was sold out, so I went on to Chinatown. Being by oneself for opening weekend of a blockbuster is actually quite handy; I got a fantastic seat.
The less said about the movie the better, although there were some hilarious trailers. Live free or Die Hard is definitely on the to-see list.
I eschewed the metro and walked home.
I like striding through the streets at night. I also, I confess, enjoy elbowing drunk suburbanites out of the way. As for the loiterers and loungers and drifters, in some ways I enjoy encountering them, as well. My stride rolls off the balls of my foot, my arms are loose, my chin is up and my gaze level. Every cell projects Don't fuck with me. And they don't. I get a nod, and a low "hey" and a wide berth- even from the ones who don't mean to.
My feet woke up today. I don't know what they've been up to these last few years, but today they showed up. I could feel all the little muscles in my foot and running up my calves and ankles. I could feel the flex and the push, and how my whole body was launched forward rather than just gliding along like I normally do. I wonder if they'll stay awake, and if my ankles will get stronger. I'd really love to stop spraining my ankles.
And now to sleep.
The dress issue settled, I decided I needed to rot my brain and so set out to go see Oceans 13. A powerful storm had rolled through, bringing lightning crashing in the alley (I jumped) and torrential downpours. The outdoors smelled like wet dog, and laundry, and roses, and had a constant background hum of dripping and splashing and running water. By the time I got down to dupont the Dupont 5 was sold out, so I went on to Chinatown. Being by oneself for opening weekend of a blockbuster is actually quite handy; I got a fantastic seat.
The less said about the movie the better, although there were some hilarious trailers. Live free or Die Hard is definitely on the to-see list.
I eschewed the metro and walked home.
I like striding through the streets at night. I also, I confess, enjoy elbowing drunk suburbanites out of the way. As for the loiterers and loungers and drifters, in some ways I enjoy encountering them, as well. My stride rolls off the balls of my foot, my arms are loose, my chin is up and my gaze level. Every cell projects Don't fuck with me. And they don't. I get a nod, and a low "hey" and a wide berth- even from the ones who don't mean to.
My feet woke up today. I don't know what they've been up to these last few years, but today they showed up. I could feel all the little muscles in my foot and running up my calves and ankles. I could feel the flex and the push, and how my whole body was launched forward rather than just gliding along like I normally do. I wonder if they'll stay awake, and if my ankles will get stronger. I'd really love to stop spraining my ankles.
And now to sleep.
