I am not sure if I had previously mentioned my shoe amnesia. When I packed for Jeddah, I seemed to have forgotten to pack all of my shoes except for my Kiss Hotter than Hell Vans, a pair of leather Pumas and the random boa skin shoes that I bought in Thailand in the spring. Yes, I left my Jill Sander snake skinned loafers (How do I have two pairs of snake skinned shoes?), my Prada white patent leather, and my Prada grey with green trim, I left them all Stateside. Packing my Prada hiking boots for desert weather would have just been silly but these other shoes I needed. How did I come halfway around the world and forget half of my shoes?
This is the funniest thing I’ve read in a while. Please, if you have any interest in things that are great, read Shanghaied Shenanigans, Arabian Whispers, a blog written by the inimitable Tyson Meade.
My friends and I drove five hours down to Hoboken from Ithaca during college to see his band, the Chainsaw Kittens, play at Maxwells one night. We cornered Tyson after the show and tagged along with him and a friend of his to a nearby playground and sat under one of the structures and basically just listened to their conversation. I’m sure he was thrilled. To add to our coolness, we gave him a tape of our band covering a Kittens song. He was really unnecessarily nice, both that time and the time I crazy-person-emailed him and reminded him of that same instance years later when I found his blog.
