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As I posted before, a woman in heels stepped on my left foot on Friday night.

Since Sunday, I have this pain in my left calf, and I can feel it in my left foot too. She must have hit a nerve or something. It aches. Advil helps.

And I do have a bruise, but it's sort of underneath the surface, if that makes sense. And there's a mark where she stepped on me.

Grrr.

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Did you know a girl's size 3.5 is the same as a women's 7? TRUE FACT.

Impulse buy FTW, from Payless. I think they're supposed to be Easter shoes.

Brand-name lolita shoes are super expensive, these were $15. Thank you, to the women posting at egl!

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Talked to Steve the Bartender on the phone. He's 30, will be 31 in July. He's worked for the owners of the Fez since just after he was legal to drink--he started at the Panorama. I would be the first vegan he's known (direct quotes, while discussing places to eat, Me: "Oh, well, I'm vegan..." Him: "...Why?" Then, later: "Don't you miss cheese?"). He's in the welding program at PCC Rock Creek but isn't sure he'll be able to find work in that field, considering one of the places locally that employed 500 welders is going out of business and laying everyone off. I told him I'm really into cycling and he complained about cyclists who aren't paying attention.

So....yeah. Not too optimistic there. But I agreed to see him Thursday anyway. Which sucks in a way, because that's when Shawn G. can see me, now that he's back from California. But it seemed rude somehow to shoot Steve down when I haven't really talked to him in person.

Went to a benefit concert tonight for a former Sprockette named Hollis, she was in an accident in India. Look, a blog all about it! The cause is good and all, but I was hoping to see bikey people and the headliners. Alas, I only knew a few people there, and the headliners I wanted to see (Japanther, members of the Yard Dogs Road Show) weren't going on until waaaaay late. I hung around long enough to sign a release for Nickey's commercial and see the Sprockettes and then I took off.

Or, at least, I tried. I got out to the rack (I'd locked across the street, the rack was open when I got there) only to find another bike locked to both the staple rack, and my bike. A u-lock right around my frame. I think I felt my heart sink into my shoes. This was in Old Town, I wouldn't want to trust my bike to still be there with everything still attached tomorrow. Not to mention I need the bike to get to work on time. I ran back into the building and talked to people at the door, thankfully one of the Sprockettes overheard the conversation, and ran up with me to the stage. The band ended a song and she got up and said, "If you have a bronze painted cruiser bike locked up directly across the street, you're locked to another bike! Please go unlock your bike." I remember thinking, Oh fuck, this place is packed, there's tons of places someone could be and not hear her! I hopefully walked back outside anyway... to find a guy sheepishly unlocking the bronze cruiser. I started babbling, "Oh, thank god, I was so worried you wouldn't hear her, and I'm leaving early so I can go to work tomorrow and I need my bike to get to work oh thank you..." And he was all embarrassed, "I'm sorry, shit, I've never done that before." *whew*

AND a guy in Chain Reaction named Lee, who had friended me on flickr (that's what I get for tagging my shitty pictures of Mini Bike Winter), introduced himself. I damn near started fanning my face while he talked to me--the dude is HOT.

Off to a shower and bed.