Sophia Someday (sophiasomeday) wrote, @ 2004-05-17 13:20:00

Swimming the Red River
Some roadies are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them. I don't know which of those three fits Chuque and I don't especially care but he's got to fit one of them because last night he was the glorious hero of my very own damsel-in-distress style footwear catastrophe.

Because I am not at all bright, and don't learn from my mistakes, I decided to go out to a Thursday night in weather better suited to an ark (although, the Volvo is about as close a substitute as you could want). For some bizarre reason there was no parking to be found, and as I am fairly destitute (or as close to it as I care to be), I was not about to pay $5.00 to park on a Thursday night. So I finally found a spot, about six blocks away.

At this point it was wrath-of-God flooding, and I was expecting frogs to drop from the sky, Magnolia-style. So I set out in my brand new shoes, a pair of recycled rubber flip flops with a 2 inch heel. I can't stand to wear flats, and after breaking both my feet a few years ago; flip flops are a necessity, since I can't have anything touching the top of my feet.

Walking/wading down Red River with my head down (I'm made of sugar, so if I get wet, I'll melt) I negotiate the cracked pavement and get ready to cross 8th street when the flip portion of my shoe seperated itself from the flop portion, and I skidded into the road.

Damn.

So I take off my shoes, horrifying I know, especially on Red River and slosh my way to Beerland. I am wet. I am tired. I am seven dollars closer to the poorhouse (seven dollar cover on a Thursday!) and now, my shoe is broken.

Sympathy all around but it's Chuque who had plenty of other things to do who provided me with enough duct tape (roadie tape) to temporarily fix my sandal and save the day. It was even black, to match my shoe.

	monkey_knight 2004-05-17 15:06 (link)
	Is that breaking your feet as real as you being made of sugar, or is that true biography?? (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: sophiasomeday 2004-05-17 15:11 (link)
	no, it's true. I did break both my feet. Make a fist and run your finger on the back of your hand about 1/2 inch below your knuckles, you can feel several long, thin bones. Well, I broke those, except on my feet (each and every one) when I fell down a flight of stairs. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: monkey_knight 2004-05-17 16:31 (link)
	That sounds like a real trial and ordeal. I never would've guessed a fall down the stairs, thinking that a car or truck might've ran over your feet. But there's no good way. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	Re: sophiasomeday 2004-05-17 16:35 (link)
	my heels got caught in a crack at the top of a long flight of wooden stairs. I fell tits over teacups, while my shoes remained stationary. My feet broke as I fell out of my shoes. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	sheep4859 2004-05-17 15:11 (link)
	Yay duct tape! And yay Chuque! (Reply to this) (Thread)

	Re: sophiasomeday 2004-05-17 15:13 (link)
	yes, Chuque Berry is my hero. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sina 2004-05-18 09:48 (link)

i was under the impression that the flip was the left shoe and the flop was the right... i had a similar catastophe involving a night out and a footware malfunction: i was headed out to a show downtown when the top of my leather sandal seperated from the thin leather sole and i was forced to trudge four blocks barefoot. thankfully, it was not raining. a lovely brutish doorman/bouncer named darrin and an industrial staple gun came to my rescue. (Reply to this) (Thread)