and so

i've been talked into going to the 4th Bi-Annual Emperor Norton North Beach Open, which promises to be highly entertaining, if possibly a bit much for my beleaguered feet. after some contemplation, i decided that the only shoes i have that are comfortable enough for such an endeavor are my hiking boots (plus gel insoles). unfortunately, these don't really go with golfing gear, and i haven't got any golfing gear anyway, so i resolved to hit the thrift stores for the recommended nine iron and the ugliest plaid flannel shirt i could find. because really if you think about it, there's such a fine line between golfers and lumberjacks.

you will simply have to take my word for it when i tell you this shirt is even more bilious in full daylight. i think after the tournament i'll mail it to madbodger, who's the only other person i know crazy enough to wear something this ugly.

naturally, the thought of being in a large group of people who are much hipper than i am is filling me with possibly irrational anxiety, but i needed something to do this weekend anyway, right? right?

anyway, i'm going to go take a couple of ativan and put my feet up. tomorrow i figure i'll double up on NSAIDs and hope for the best, and if my feet give out on me i'll just bail and catch a cab back to my car.