Cookies and Wine…Pimpn shoes.

I had cookies and a glass of Pinot Noir for dinner. I know it’s not exactly the traditional cookies and milk, but I have to say it was quite liberating. A few of you guys have been asking if I died…. I know I know . It’s been a long time since I’ve posted anything on here but what can I say, I’ve been busy! I spent last Thursday through this Monday out in the wilderness of Arkansas on a team builder/leadership exercise for my company. I had a lot of fun out in the woods with some great people from the company. I think the near death experience going after objective O was a great team builder also. You never know how your your managing director will react under pressure until you are in a field filled with pissed off guys with high powered rifles pointing at you (author just wrote something that he realizes maybe 2 people who read this blog will understand….). So anyway we had a good time out at Team Trek even though there were a few snags.

So…why am I eating cookies and drinking wine for dinner? Other than the fact that I’m a bachelor and like to be able to do stupid stuff like this once in a while just because I can; well I’m all dressed up and have nooooo place to go! I have my pimpn’ shoes on (more on that below) and everything! I was totally ready for an evening downtown, but ended up flying solo in front of the boob tube, well dressed with wine and cookies. What more can a guy ask for?

So! The pimpn’ shoes. I went to use a gift certificate that my dad gave me for my birthday and decided to get a few things that I probably wouldn’t normally get. I saw these shoes that only Blake or Rob could pull off.….and figured why the hell not? A little metro…..a little pimpn’…. But I think they are super; thanks for asking. I think the IM conversation below with my friend Jen (slightly edited for content) sums it up well. And yes, the SN’s have been changed to protect the innocent.

zach: my metro shoes…
zach: might have to take a pic and send it to you
jen_martin: yes.
zach: but you have to promise not to break out your BOB
jen_martin: i’ll try. i swear. but i make no guarantees.
*** jen_martin has received H:\Documents and Settings\Zach\Desktop\IMG_3602.JPG.
zach: one mo’ again
jen_martin: NICE.
jen_martin: 2nd one didn’t work, but number 1 is FAN-tastic.
zach:2nd one is sending now
*** jen_martin has received H:\Documents and Settings\Zach\Desktop\IMG_3603.JPG.
zach: so you like them?
jen_martin: VERY gay.
jen_martin: ahem
jen_martin: METRO
zach: thanks!!!!
jen_martin: I heart them.
zach: i heart you!
jen_martino:) the shoes heart me.
zach:
zach: blake says my shoes are pimp
zach: SO THERE!
zach: faking* pimp
zach: sorry
jen_martin: they ARE. i said i heart them.
zach:
jen_martin: they can be gay and faking* pimp at the same time.
zach: don’t make me smack you around and call you susan
jen_martin: i’ve never liked that name. hmmm.
zach: SUSAN!
jen_martin: Grrrrrrrr.