Shoes

We decided tonight would be the night that we would dress up and head out on the town. So we did. We made reservations at the palm and headed downstairs to get a cab. Little did we know that this would be an impossible task. Come to find out everyone else in the city had the same idea. So here we are Tracy (a pro in heels), Iva (the smart one in comfy yet stylish shoes), and me in heels(stay @ home / preschool teacher who wears converse shoes or no shoes most of the time) hoofing it 20 blocks to the restaurant. Needless to say I was in pain. Iva wasn't talking to us, and Tracy just kept saying just a few more blocks...
The palm was fantastic. The filet was like butter. The mini donuts in a paper sack were worth the blisters and swollen feet.
Downside to a wonderful meal and great service is now we are running late to the phantom of the opera. So the game plan is find a cab and get to the show. So I squeeze my sausage toes back into my very pointy shoes and we look for a cab. No cab to be found...
So we are walking. We finally find a cab. The driver insist we are better off walking due to traffic...we disagree. He did his best to get us closer. With 2 blocks to go we hop out of the cab and make our way to the show. The show was great. When it was time to leave I knew I had only one option: walk 4 blocks barefoot. Those shoes were not going back on. By far the yuckest thing I have ever done. Tracy ran interference. My own personal foot security guard. When we got to the hotel I jumped into the shower and scrubbed my feet. They were shockingly clean looking. I washed the crap out of them anyways...moral of the story always choose comfort over fashion if you are a weinie like me.