Jul 15, 2009
Bossy Gets Crushes On Boots. A Bedtime Story.
Once upon a time, Bossy went to a free concert at noon on a Friday. In fact she went to quite a few free concerts at noon on a Friday — until Bossy and her friend Martha drank all the wine in the world and sopped up the last of the universe’s condiments with their bar fries, The End.
And so it happened on one of these free concerts at noon on a Friday, a concert featuring the band Chairlift, a boy fell asleep in his solo:
But that’s OK if the boy fell asleep in his solo, because luckily there was also a girl in the band:
Just when Bossy thought all was lost and she’d have to end her bedtime story due to a breakout of sleeping, Bossy spied these on the boy:
And just when Bossy thought she’d have to reduce her post to typing snarky things like, Hide the children’s eyes, jazz shoes are back, Bossy spied these, right behind the jazz shoes:
This super cute boot was on the foot of Cinderella the sleeping keyboard girl who was no longer sleeping but rather dancing around the snoozing guitar boy who was maybe still sleeping:
Before Bossy could say Why isn’t there more Bloody Mary in a Bloody Mary, the concert was over. Bossy considered sticking around for the Chairlift meet and greet just so she could slip the boots her phone number, but Bossy and her friend Martha had a pressing appointment with two train station barstools.
And so Bossy never did find out anything about the tall dark and handsome boots, and Bossy lived to a ripe old age never knowing their love, experiencing their warmth, or even knowing their name.
The End. For real.
super cute boots…methinks they’re Docs or Doc knock offs…or as my grandaddy would call them, combat boots. i loved my docs!
also? how sad that someone pissed in Rainia’s cornflakes!
I know this isn’t the point of the post today, but I think it is sad that so many commenter mention they like Bossy BECAUSE she drinks and wouldn’t be interested in a non alcoholic Bossy. That in itself speaks volumes.
Yes Rainia was a bit harsh but so are the comments if ou pay attention.
The commenters started to name call, not Rainia. Usually if your so stanch on defending something there is an element to truth to it and you don’t want to admit it.
I’m sorry I “name-called.” I am offended by negative comments YET I succumbed. Ooops, I just jumped off the negative bridge. I guess we are all gahhhhhhhhh’s children. I’ll go shuffle off to time-out now….
#47 – The most famous blogger out there, Dooce.com, with almost a million Twitter followers, voted one of the 30 most influential women in media by Forbes, includes alcohol in the title of her NYT bestseller. Dooce is all about the bourbon ladies.
Dee – Rainia essentially called Bossy an “alcoholic” and you do not think she name called (Needs a new liver!?).
Let’s call tonight BOSSY FRIDAY and all drink half a bottle of wine in honor of Bossy. Oh, and let’s all get our designated drivers ready so that Rainia does not religious right us on our blogs.
Couldn’t have said it better myself, J.T.!
Alcoholism is serious business… and too often others label those who like to drink a lot as such. There is a world of difference between enjoying drinking (often!) and intervention-level alcoholism.
Anyway, sorry, that’s just a pet peeve of mine, but enough with the seriousness. I’ll be having a BOSSY FRIDAY in LA tonight!
I LOVED my jazz shoes. Mine were black. It took a long time to convince my mom to buy them. They were probably almost out of style by the time I got them. I am pretty sure they were Payless Knock Offs which, naturally, means they have about 1 month of trendy life remaining at that point in time,
KEEP BELIEVING
#34 I STILL HAVE the oxblood Docs. Lord have mercy. And I think a purple knock-off pair.
Rainia. Lighten the f*ck up.
Bossy, Dear, here’s some linkage. They are a knock-offs of Dr. Martens Model #1460, but possibly vintage since the sole is a bit different. I think you need sommadose.
OR, they are Corcoran jump boots, although the lace-up eyelet at the top is stumping my jump. They might also be HH Brown.
In other words. The bitch found some great boots and it’s going to be impossible to find the same ones.