Monday, June 29, 2009
Secret sneaks! Secret sneaks!
Evan and I have wanted to go on an adventure. Not just any adventure! A secret adventure! To the sneaker haven known as BODEGA. So on Saturday, he patiently waited for me to finish rehearsal (even coming down and giving me angry looks when it was 2:30 and I still wasn’t out yet…) and we set off on our adventure!
Evan had a gift certificate to this place, and the gift certificate wasn’t a normal one. I mean, come on, how hipster would that be? It’s a Polaroid picture of a sneaker with $50 written on the white part. Fuck yes!
We took the magical people mover (otherwise known as the T) and we got off at the Pru. We walked down the street, and through the Christian Science center (Uh oh! Don’t let the jew dive in!) and then we surprisingly found the place quite easily.
The front of the building looks like an unmarked convenience store. The windows, and the products displayed in the windows, are all dusty. It looks like a run down store. But then, you walk and you’re like, “Ooh, I could go for a soda” but BAM! You can’t have a soda! That’s not a soda machine… THAT’S A DOOR! And it slides open! And then the hipster beats get dropped, and the graffiti on the wall is seen and the sneakers! Sneakers everywhere! Hipster clothes everywhere!
We had reached our destination.
They didn’t have the sneaks Evan wanted, but we found two pairs he could choose between. One were gray with purple accents which I loved, and knew he’d love because of Prince. And the other ones were my personal faves – white Adidas sneakers with emerald green stripes. So he tried them both on, loved them, and decided to get both pairs! Now he’s got the coolest feet in all of Boston. And the sneakers allowed him to do so much – like bench surf. And they make awesome kung-pow noises.
Also, Evan asked for two sizes. He said, “A 10 and a 10 and a half” and then the girl brought out a 10, and then asked if he needed the half-size too and he said, “No, these fit fine, I mean… let’s be honest.” So he made a joke to the poor, frantic lady helping him (she was kind of a nutcase) about his penis size. Evan!
All in all, a good adventure. And one happy Ev-bot. And that’s all that matters.
DAAAAAANG!
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