i was just crawling around my hotel room on my hands and knees trying to find my socks and it occurred to me that:
a-i don’t know how to spell ‘occurred’
and
b-real rock-stars probably don’t crawl around their hotel rooms looking for socks.
see, i only brought 2 pairs of socks with me for this week long jaunt around america. i like to travel light. but only bringing 2 pairs of socks for 8 days was, in hindsight, pretty stupid.
and i have one pair of socks that are disgusting and sweaty from being used to perform in (spot the bad syntax in this sentence) and i have another pair of socks that are relatively cleaner. the other pair of socks are black and the carpet in this room is purple. so i know that the black socks are hiding here somewhere, camouflaged against the purple carpet, but i cannot find them. i might be reduced to asking greta if i can borrow a pair of socks. me, cap in hand, all obsequious and contrite, ‘uh, greta, do you, uh, have a pair of, uh, socks, i can borrow?’
in the meantime i’m going to get down on my hands and knees and scour this hotel room for my missing socks.
it might sound trivial to you, but when it comes to foot-hygiene no effort is too mighty or extreme, even if it requires crawling around on my hands and knees looking for a pair of black socks.
if they were white socks i would’ve found them already.
mental note to self: no more black socks.
thanks and have a nice weekend wherever you happen to be.
moby