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Monday, September 13, 2010

Barefooting Day 3

Sorry everyone I've been out of town for a few days so now I'm playing catch up on all my work.
These events are from Saturday September 11, 2009.

Today I'm planning to take my two ferrets (Twilight and Sora) to a ferret play date at my local library. I'm not really invisible as usual as I'm carrying the small pet carrier with the animals inside. I make it into the back room without shoes though and no one comments. We watch the animals play, and a few other people kick off their shoes, but I'm supposing it's simply because it seems to be the right kind of environment.

I get home, drop the ferrets off, and jump into Boyfriend's car (he's asked me if I do use a name for him use his stage name of Shawn, so for simplicity and to protect his identity he will simply be referred to as "Boyfriend" in my posts). Boyfriend doesn't really understand me going barefoot constantly, but he deals with it for the most part. I'm slowly arguing the good points of the lifestyle with him (that's a post for another day though).

We both work Indy Pro Wrestling shows- He's a wrestler, I'm a referee in training. Today we're working inside of a school gym, and though I walk into the building wearing flip flops I quickly discard them as it's raining and I "worry about slipping." I help put together the barrier and watch the guys bring in and set up the ring barefoot, no one comments.

We've got quite a bit of free time to kill before the show and Boyfriend and I stay while a lot of people head out to grab a quick meal. We sit in the ring; I'm comfortable feeling the materials under my bare feet. Eventually a practice match starts and I enjoy refereeing barefoot- I feel like I can move better feeling the ground.

I can’t actually work today lacking my Virginia license, but I sit and watch still barefoot. I walk across the gym and outside leaving my shoes somewhere in the stands, Boyfriend's mother joins me in going barefoot even. 

I get dropped off at home shoes still in hand, and wonder why I didn’t just leave them at home.

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