Sunday, June 5, 2011

Beginning to hate the boot.

This weekend is Maifest. One of my favorite weekends of the year, and one of my favorite things to do.
I'm never so cute as when I'm pouring a beer.
Of course, this year, I'm not allowed to be at the fest.
Not that DANK didn't find other things for me to do.
All day sitting down inside things.
I thought I'd be happy to be inside, in the a/c, watching the fest from my seat.
Turns out it's not so awesome.  Sure, I got to finish the book I was reading, and I did get to update teh fb with some witty tidbits to entice people to attend the fest, but other than that it just depressed me further, and I think delayed my recovery a bit.  I've been in the boot all day every day, and not elevating.
I'm not getting up that often, I just think I'm putting in too many boot hours, when I'm working towards getting out of the boot all together.

I really don't want to turn VFN into a big schmoopy whiny thing, so I'll just stop right there.  Here's hoping that I'll be boot free and into a much cooler, much easier to move around in ace bandage this week. Like, tomorrow even.  I'm still going to be using one crutch, just to be safe, but the sooner I can shake the boot, the better.

So, let me live vicariously through you for now. Fill me in on your wild and crazy weekends.
Please.
Now.
No, really.....now.

12 comments:

mikey said...

Trying to visualize the boot. I see it as a big yellow fiberglas or plastic boot, kinda like a ski boot but bigger, that closes with a stentorian SNAP to engulf your entire foot halfway up your calf. The bottom is thick non-skid black rubber. As for the crutch, I am very partial to the one from Forsyth's "Day of the Jackal", so that's the one I see you with.

Sorry, but my pathetic existence is not going to provide you with the opportunity for vicarious thrills this weekend. In our wretched carbon-poisoned future, which has actually arrived this year, it just rains all the goddam time. Think suburban Blade Runner. In Northern California. Without the flying cars. Meh.

I came across this Jamie Oliver recipe for "Eggy Crumpets" that sounds ridiculously good, so I'm going to make those, along with some righteous Nuremburg Brats I found at Trader Joes.

Then I'm going to vacuum - I gotta, it's more like gravel than carpet in here. Giants-Colorado game at 1 pee emm, which will likely call for a cup of tea and a nap under the primary issue Mark 1 Mod 0 Comforter. Then some significant Sailor Jerry's and some kinda stir fry for dinner and that ought to pretty much wrap it up.

See? 9am and I'm already bored with it. Cripes.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

mowed the lawn.

Then off to the mailbox to see if checks came in.

Then, back to work on the replacement deck. You are welcome to come up, sit on the deck (with BOOT elevated) and bark orders while drinking beer and fanning yourself.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Also:

shake, shake, shake yerbootie. Shake yervooty.

ifthethunderdontgetya™³²®© said...

Das Boot.
~

Sheik Yerbouti said...

In my country, we require that women wear head to toe boot. None of those woman parts that make us quiver and feel funny should be seen, yes?

Of course, camel parts also make many of us feel funny...

Jennifer said...

Time to give the boot, the boot.

At least it's not a Denver Boot. Although, Von would still rock it.

My weekend was a combo of lots of backbreaking sweat and toil, combined with silly surreal happenings. Go figure.

Von said...

Mikey - I just spit water all over my desk.
Sheik Yerbouti?!?!
LOVE it.
Z - I just might have to do that!!

You guys are the best.

zombie rotten mcdonald said...

Is Von not aware of all Zappa traditions?

wv is bancise. Exercising the banhammer.

Which is what I deserve.

Big Bad Bald Bastard said...

I'm never so cute as when I'm pouring a beer.

Who is?

Shazi, maybe you need to wear one of these.

Mendacious D said...

Also, Bootzilla.

Jennifer said...

possibly related

Von said...

I need a big glass beer boot!!