Can you tell my boss isn't in today?
So I bought new Blundstones, for the Boat. Black chisel toe. I have a pair already, only those are completely worn out, and I need something I can wear up or down, and black chisel toe Blundstones fit the bill. Only, I have the 063 model, which seems to have been replaced by the 068, and there is some confusion as to what the replacement means and how they're different. The new ones seem to fit, but I haven't worn them in the house yet to really try them out.
ANYWAY. Looking in the old pair, it seems that I didn't have the Blundstones insoles in there, but special Dr. Scholls insoles, especially for bad knees. Which I have. I had absolutely no idea that I had special insoles in there.
AND THEN a mystery was solved. After the black chisel toes, I bought regular original soled Blundstones, in steel grey. I loved those things. However, they didn't really work as well for me, and I could not figure out why.
It all came to a head when I crashed at Sis' hotel room at the Chicago Hilton, when she was attending the ALA conference. I was walking and walking and walking, and could not figure out for the life of me why my knees -- and in specific, my GOOD knee -- was getting unpossible to walk on. It was murder. I figured it was the change from the chisel toe soles to regular soles, and the regular soles must not be any good for me.
SO NOW it appears that it was the lack of Dr. Scholls which maybe did it. So I may have a pair of steel grey Blundstones I can reclaim for twenty bucks.
ADD TO THAT that my bad-good-knee incident in Chicago had another impact. Sis had specifically directed me to a single coworker of hers, Erica, who would be at the conference. Some interactions later, it seemed like a situation worth pursuing, and so I did.
Sis and Erica wanted to go to this one restaurant for dinner, for Chicago hot dogs. SIS LIED TO US in how far it was, when she said it was 'just over the river', when it was much, much further than that. My knees were killing me, and it was becoming impossible to walk. Had I known actually how far it was, I would never have gone, or at least cabbed it.
SO HERE I WAS in absolute fucking agony, trying to make pleasant convo with Miss Conly, only I couldn't, because of being in SHEER PHYSICAL PAIN, unable to walk, and being monstrously pissed off at my sister for lying to me.
I was civil enough, but needless to say, I didn't make a great impression. I asked her out on a D-A-T-E when we got back home, but was declined, citing 'complications' in her life. Fine.
Needless to say, I associated that mess with the shitty Blundstones. It was all their fault.
I saw Erica last year at the OLA Superconference in Toronto. I never told Sis about asking Erica out (as I didn't want to complicate her work situation with it), and apparently, Erica hadn't mentioned it either. Sis never got the memo. As such, Sis was pushing the two of us together again, and Erica and I were oddly united in turning away from that but not mentioning why. (The deeper exposure cemented the idea that we wouldn't have been a good match anyway, which was good.)
I saw her once again after that, at a Hammer City Roller Girls bout. She was with other people, and I didn't go over. She didn't either, but really I think she pretended not to see me. Either way, neither of us approached the other. She was with a very alt bunch, and she herself had a massive tat on her shoulder, spreading down her back. She turned out much more alt than I had expected, and kept that part hidden for her day job (having revealed only her small Dewey decimal tattoo). And good for her. Neither here nor there, only that my first impression was waaaaaaay off. Bit of dirty pool on my part, though -- I mentioned her being there to Sis, and she never came back to roller derby, making that space my own.
SO YEAH. Blundstones. I now need to buy new twenty dollar insoles for the new ones, so even with the sale reduction, they're still going to clock in at two hundred bucks. Holee shit.
I have no idea if Miss Conly will be at the OLA conference this year. I expect so. But I can pretend not to see people just as well. And my disappointment wasn't so much in her declining my D-A-T-E, it was in being pushed by Sis to this sure thing that didn't remotely pay off. And me being an angry gimp in Chicago certainly didn't help.
In summary, it wasn't the fault of the Blundstones. It was the fault of Blundstones insoles, instead of proper insoles. Mystery solved.
Checking the unlocked portion of her FB profile over lunch, it seems that she has a fella now, through the obligatory duo profile pic. And good for her -- he's a handsome bastard (so far as I can judge these things).