my life is not one-dimensional! yesterday tasha and i went exploring in asheville, managed not to get lost, were only slightly intimidated by the hipper-than-thou vintage shop atmosphere, AND had great sartorial success. she bought pumpkin-colored leather boots...need i say more? well, yes, actually, i DO need say more: i bought a vintage lacoste polo and some luscious pink suede charles jourdan peeptoes with amazing architectural heels...sometimes i give in to my inner brand whore. these shoes will spend some quality time in my closet nestled next to my coquettish green satin j. crew pumps and scary scarlet 4-inch steve madden sandals...i buy gorgeous heels all the time and never wear them! it is unfortunate that i ride or walk to school and never sit down at work. nothing in my life is conducive to any heel higher than an inch...but very conducive to ronald-mcdonald-vomited-on-my-feet kicks, so i can't complain.
i imagine every bike-riding boy who reads this has run screaming at this point. shoes? ick.
we also ate at salsa, which remains one of my fave restaurants ever. instead of branching out and trying new places, i drag friends there every time i get the chance. and their mojitos are the jam.
well, i guess the title is a lie. i do want to talk about bikes. the saint and i rode daniel ridge again today and oh lordie lord, i officially LOVE that trail. LOVE. 1: i love prolonged singletrack climbs and 2: i love pick-your-way-through downhills. therefore, daniel ridge is perfection. except then i slit my tire on the bottom super-fast razor-rock section. whenever i get a flat i revert back to 12-year-old julia...i stomp my feet, act frustrated, and wait for someone to change it for me. fortunately matt, playing the role of ever-patient wrench/soigneur/boyfriend, talked me through it (and possibly helped a bit). yes, i am an idiot. it's okay. i've come to terms with it.
fortunately, the ride was not over. onward to long branch! i shall weep when cat gap closes this wednesday.
and tomorrow we and the cowies are venturing into the great unknown: bent creek!! hold me, i'm scared. despite riding in brevard since fifth grade, i've never been to bent creek OR the old fort/black mountain area. i need to expand my borders. which leads me to announce with great pleasure my plan to do ORAMM this year. frankly, i'm terrified. i've never even ridden a mountain bike for over four hours. it's going to be awesome.
oops. it would appear that this post actually is all about bikes. but also shoes. glorious shoes.
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ORAMM!!!!! heck yeah, that race is awesome. it's a mental game, you'll kill it.
ReplyDeletegrrrrrrl - love heels. i never get a chance to wear them either. let's plan a friday to get jazzed up at BMB Hangout and then wear them to school afterwards. too bad we don't have any classes together; people will see us separately and wonder what the heck we are doing with heels in brevard. it's ok, though, we can hangout in the super lab.
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