Another Saturday Night
SHIRT: Mikkat Market
LIPSTICK: Revlon Blase Apricot
Sitting and sipping whiskey, waiting for Alexis to come over so we can go dancing. I’ve been listening to Sam Cooke for about an hour now, not exactly the right kind of music to get your dancing mood on. At least not this song.
I have these sad little black boots that in a state of utter disarray. I’m sort of embarrassed to be seen in them because there’s a hole in the sole and the heels have been worn raw, but they’re so goddamn comfortable and I can’t find any mid-calf, low-heeled black leather boots no matter how hard I try so I keep on wearing them despite the fact that they make me look utterly disheveled and marginally homeless.
Last weekend when I went to Houston my mother expressed concern over the condition of my shoes. I think she’s worried that now that I’m unemployed I can’t afford decent shoes and will end up roaming Austin looking like a street urchin a la Oliver Twist. She offered to buy me a new pair (pity shoes, I’ll take it!) but I have yet to find a pair I like. Any suggestions?
