2003-11-13
Stomping our feet on the wooden boards
Some how I fucked up my ankle/foot/arch. Usually when I fuck myself up I remember how it happened...or at least remember what circumstances happened to make me not remember how it happened. But this time neither of these things have happened. All I know is I went to the Toronto Zoo for 5 or 6 hours. Then sat on a bus. Then when I got off the bus a massive pain took over my left foot and then slowly made its way to my right hip.
It's weird because if I sit down for an extended period of time, and then get up and move around, the pain is greater than before I sat down. Is sitting not good for my left foot? Is leftie making a protest? Is my left foot taking a stand? Am I now allowed to take advantage of ParaTranspo?
This past weekend Stacy was kind enough to host Jeremy and I. We attended the Belle and Sebastian show. Jeremy was surprised that there was a large population of guys in attendance who came by themselves or in pacts with other guys. (Or as he so eloquently put it "Not being dragged by their girlfriends.").
I developed a SERIOUS nonsexual crush on the boy sitting in front of me. He came with 3 other macho looking guys. And STILL wasn't afraid of shaking his ass, feet, hands, head and cell phone (he used the light of it in that cigarette-lighter kind of way). You remember during the Broadway production of When Peggy Sue Got Married, whenever they time traveled, they waved their hands in front of their faces and twirled around a bit? I thought you would. THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT THIS GUY DID! Only he did it in time with the music and could have taught those Peggy Suers a thing or two. He was beautiful. I wanted to shake his hand and/or make out with him (in that non-sexual way, of course) but he leaped up to the front when Stuart invited people to go and dance.
It was by far, the best Toronto concert I have ever attended audience-wise. They mostly played songs they didn't play during their last tour. Almost everyone was singing and bopping along. Except for Jeremy. Though, I think he was doing it out of protest. I know he must have had trouble restraining himself. He is against doing things when the vast majority is doing the same thing. To be "cool" or something.
Jeremy was all impressed with Stacy's appreciation for the Simpsons. I think he thinks she is the long lost Simpsons loving fan I don't have in Ottawa or something insanely obsessive-ish like that. (Have I ever mentioned in here how insanely obessive he is over the Simspons? He has a Simpsons garbage pail. A GARBAGE PAIL! I will do so in a later entry).
Tomorrow I will see the White Stripes. I just saw them on Much Music and, I hate to jinx the show already but, Jack White had a horrible voice. I wanted to see the Dears tonight but I had to rest up my foot for tomorrow.
I guess I will sign off for now. I know most of you are still getting over the shock that I actually updated (and quietly largely, I might add). I don't want any of you to have to go through shock therapy if I add any more lines. (That would blow huge. I'd feel really guilty and have to buy you presents and do general chores around your house, like feed your cats, boyfriends and clean your bathroom. I suck at the chores parts. Though, I love buying presents. Just the other day I bought myself a present - Confessions of a Shopaholic [a book]. It's great! I'm already intending to buy it for everyone for Christmas).
Well, until next time I update. . .(which could be a lot sooner then some of you think).
popnoir at 9:14 p.m.