There was a shoe sale at Nordstrom’s last Friday so I bought some much needed new shoes. Anybody who knows me, knows that I almost exclusively wear white shoes. I just prefer them. There’s just something about a person who walks into a room wearing white shoes. If you don’t believe me just watch Chevy Chase as Clark Griswold in National Lampoon’s Vacation, hotel scene.
I have always just felt it was an almost mythological experience to put on the white shoes to go out. Like it somehow signified that I was a valiant knight, a lone gentleman against a seedy, sleazy, swarthy backdrop of a scene. Though this is of course mostly a delusional fantasy in my mind.
One time my ex girlfriend was going to buy me a pair of shoes for my birthday. When I picked them out, a glistening pair of white slip on-sneakers(not Vans) her response was “No not those! Those shoes aren’t even meant to be worn the way you want to wear them! They’re supposed to be like skater style. Not like how you’re going to wear them…like John Travolta or something.” Long story short, she flat out refused to buy them for me, which kind of upset me considering it was MY birthday after all. Shouldn’t she just have gotten me the ones I wanted regardless of how she felt about them? But of course there would have been dire consequences.
Anyway, for some reason this time, I didn’t like any of the white shoes they had at Nordstrom’s. I couldn’t find anything that was just plain white with a little bit of black. I was stubbornly determined to purchase shoes though for Friday night. So I went ahead and bought a pair of black diesel sneakers(with white swoosh on the sides.) I really liked them though, and knew that they were the best selection. Sometimes you have to do what you know is right, even though it feels wrong. Or is it sometimes you have to do what you know is wrong because it feels right? I don’t know if wearing black shoes will signify a whole new era for me or not. Maybe I will take on the “personality” of the black knight robot in Westworld and start running my sword through obnoxious tourists. Things were dark enough when I wore the white shoes. Am I a different person with them on? Time will tell.
Lately I have that song “I got the horse right here..his name is Paul Revere” stuck in my head. It’s from a famous musical “Guys and Dolls,” but my first exposure to it was the 80’s movie “Oh God You Devil.” I have always found that singing this song to myself is casually motivational.
NICELY
I got the horse right here
The name is Paul Revere
And here’s a guy that says that the weather’s clear
Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do, can do, can do.
(Benny starts singing his part at this time, while Nicely continues:)
Can do – can do – this guy says the horse can do
If he says the horse can do – can do, can do.
(Rusty starts singing his part as the time, while Nicely and Benny continue:)
For Paul Revere I’ll bite
I hear his foot’s all right
Of course it all depends if it rained last night
Likes mud, likes mud, this X means the horse likes mud
If that means the horse likes mud, likes mud
Likes mud.
I tell you Paul Revere
Now this is no bum steer
It’s from a handicapper that’s real sincere
Can do, can do, this guy says the horse can do.
If he says the horse can do – can do – can do.
Paul Revere. I got the horse right here.
BENNY
I’m pickin’ Valentine, ’cause on the morning line
A guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance, this guy says the horse has chance
if he says the horse has chance, has chance, has chance
I know it’s Valentine, the morning work looks fine
Besides the jockey’s brother’s a friend of mine
Needs race, needs race, this guy says the horse needs race
If he says the horse needs race, needs race, needs race.
I go for Valentine, ‘Cause on the morning line,
The guy has got him figured at five to nine
Has chance, has chance, this guy says the horse has chance
Valentine! I got the horse right here.
RUSTY CHARLIE
But look at Epitaph. he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph
“Big Threat” – “Big Threat”
This guy calls the horse “Big Threat”
If he calls the horse “Big Threat”,
Big Threat, Big Threat.
And just a minute, boys.
I’ve got the feed box noise
It says the great-grandfather was Equipoise
Shows class, shows class.
This guy says the horse shows class
If he says the horse shows class
Shows class, show’s class.
So make it Epitaph, he wins it by a half
According to this here in the Telegraph.
Epitaph! I got the horse right here!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G6djgavbp7c