New Kicks

Well, you know you've reached a new low-point of boredom when you devote an entire post to shoes. I guess it's cool though, I'm coming to terms with the fact that this level of excitement will define me for at least the next year and I'm trying to move on... After all, I guess y'all are the ones that have to read about it.

So as you can see, we got new team shoes on Friday and that means I'm currently rockin' it with Asics. The excitement of this post comes when I say I'ma be wearing black kicks this season. This may not seem important, let alone blogworthy, but in my otherwise uneventful world, it's a kind of the dawning of a new era.

This is because, to put it bluntly, I've always hated the black shoe. Well, to be exact I just don't like a black court shoe/runner/sneaker/tennis shoe or whatever you call it in your respective mother tongue (I realize those are all the same tongue, so let's go with respective term of choice then). I love a black heel, a black rubber boot, heck, a black pennyloafer but when it comes to athletic endeavours, I've never worn nor wanted to wear anything other than a white shoe. I've always thought black runners were reserved for refs, NBA ballers and refs. I just didn't think they looked good on anyone else.

Man, this post is losing steam even faster than expected...

The moral of the story though, is that when something is free, you don't complain and you suit up regardless. Black shoe or not.

They're everything I never thought I'd like... Black? Gold? Silver? Check, check, check and together. On my foot. To be honest though, I wore them at practice and I think I'm already starting to come around. At this rate I'll be releasing my own custom Signature Edition by Christmas, so if these bad boys tickle any of your fancies, keep your ear to the street for a launch date. You can think about picking up a pair for that special ref in your life. For now, the shoe as-is with the sick gold & silver combo will have to do.

Pink slipper not included

In other news, I had a pretty chill weekend hanging around Albi. Saturday morning was spent on an excursion to Ikea in an attempt to find something, anything, to spruce up my pad. Unfortunately, my best attempts were mostly in vain since this place is un-spruceable, at least until I paint the salmon coloured walls and put down some new carpet that doesn't happen to be blood red (see here for the proof in photos).

Saturday night I went out with my American teammate & her friends to a local creperie for my 4th meal of the day. The cuisine in this country has been too good to me... After, there was some kind of festival going on and we watched some craaaaaazy cats on BMX's test their aerial skills and the strength of their bones on some jumps set up outside the massive Cathedrale Ste-Cecile. Read on for some photo love...

I should mention that my American teammate, aka Desma, was a photography major so any picture posted from now on that's half-decent is the product of her capable hands. I take no credit.

Also, some loyal readers informed me that comments posting was screwed up (thanks to those who told me), so it's now fixed. Show me some love y'all!