Juxtapose

I had a really great night tonight. If only every night was a Saturday night up at the beach in the cold, with saltwater leeching into your sneakers. If only every night could be driven in to the sound of Caedmon's Call and New England highways. If only every night could be one of those where you're only comfortable next to the ocean if you roll up your pant legs and wear a hoodie all at once. And Sar said that my khaki-colored pants, combined with a-not-yet-faded dark blue school sweatshirt (as well as the encroaching darkness, I'm sure) made my new hair look fantastical. Though she didn't say fantastical - I forget what she said, really. But it was complimentary. Usually khakis do nothing for my hair. Nothing does anything for my hair, actually. Mostly it just sits on my head and shoulders and that's all. This may be a new approach to things...

I also think I sprained my ankle by wearing flip-flops on the beach. My flat-footedness doesn't do well with flip-flops, apparently. I was walking, and all of a sudden, something seemed like it popped, but it didn't feel like bones. I thought it was just that I had a muscle spasm or something, so I put on my sneakers and tried to walk it off. The sneakers kept my ankle steady, and I hardly noticed it after that, but when I started to drive home from Sar's and utilizing it as the necessary Clutch Foot - boy howdy, it killed. It kills even now. Oh momma.

So, anyways. You all can coddle me now.