This past Tuesday I took some time during the day and went to see the Sex and the City movie. I loved it but wasn't having the best day. So I decided to take the opportunity and go buy some shoes. I bought some fabulous shoes.
So tonight, I'm wanting to look fabulous for myself and I put on my new fabulous shoes. Well, this is the thing about shoes. Some of us women love them. I happen to be one of them. The thing that we are willing to sacrifice though, is comfort. I really didn't think that these shoes would be that bad. They are some pretty simple black patent heels. Probably a good 3 and a half inches. I like them alot. I forgot to think about the fact that I was in NYC and you walk EVERYWHERE. These shoes are not meant for wearing for 4 and a half hours straight. My feet are still telling me how much they hate me right now.
I walked to the subway and then got to Manhattan and had to walk to the bar. Once I got there, I had to wait in line. The line wasn't that bad. Then I spent the next 20 minutes looking for my friend who was one of the bartenders. There were 4 bars and loads of people to sift through. I finally found him and chatted for too damn long standing on my heels. Though--the lovely thing about bartender friends is their generosity with alcohol. I guess I looked like I needed it. Finally, I knew that my feet needed a break so I bid my goodbyes and went to find a place to sit down. Well, this bar is pretty much a bottle service bar. So people are dropping 250-500 bucks on a bottle and partying it up. This also means that they get most of the seats in the house. So it's a bit of an endeavor to find a not "bottle service" seat. I finally do and sit there for 15 minutes or so until Alicia Keys "No one" comes on and I take that as my cue to leave.
I walk to the subway and get to sit on both trains. On the walk back home from the subway, I'm cursing the purchase of these shoes wondering if my feet might just combust or just start gushing blood everywhere. I walk a good ten blocks with the shoes on. I keep telling myself the next taxi I see, I'm going to take. I just can't take these shoes anymore! But I'm too damn stubborn and I keep walking. Finally at the last 4 blocks I give in. I take my shoes off. This is something that a prim and proper New York girl would never do. But under the circumstances, I saw little option unless I was willing to sleep on the closest stoop. The shoes came off. It was like being saved from walking on fire. Although now, I was very much walking on glass and however many diseases that the sidewalks of New York have to offer. The last block, I knew there was a lot of glass. So I had to put the shoes back on. The pain immediately shocked my feet again. I got to the door and took the shoes off before fishing the key out of my deep purse carrying everything else except a pair of flip flops which would have been fantastic about 20 blocks ago.
The shoes that I bought are officially banished until I invest in some Dr. Scholls for Her or something to make this night not happen again. I guess I could start with not standing on them for 4 and a half hours straight...
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