My boots are heavy and clunky. My brown work boots are sturdy, warm, waterproof, and, at least to me, aesthetically pleasing. Everything I want in a winter boot. Except for comfort. They're fine, I suppose, but when I put them on around 3:00 to go to work, and don't take them off until 2:30 or 3:00 (or around 5am Saturday mornings), they take their toll. The only thing enjoyable about wearing them is the amazing feeling I get when my when are liberated from their hard leather prison. Then, bushwa!, the sensation is incredible, almost as wonderful as going to the bathroom after holding in a waz for a couple of hours.
If I didn't walk to work I wouldn't wear the boots. At most my feet would get a bit wet, but the blower in Black Betty is powerful, and my moist dawgs would be dried lickety split! But instead I walk, and I'm not walking a mile in snow and slush in sneakers. Yet Friday I said "fuck it" and wore my orange Vans. It's cold out so there isn't much melting , and the sidewalks are, for the most part, dried and cleared off.
So I did it. Some of the sidewalks were just sheets of bumpy ice which made crossing them a tad bit treacherous, but nothing this most nimble of Guaks couldn't handle. There was a bit of slush, but all I did was make my feet just a touch damp.
I totally made the right decision. It was fucking awesome.
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