Shoes

I bought farking 400 inch heels last night.

Really it was the ladies who talked me into them. They were oh-so-pretty and oh-so-glittery , I just had to get 'em for the weddings this summer (I feel a bit like Baby from "Dirty Dancing" in them, you know?) So when I got home and changed into my pjs (read: underpants and a t-shirt that says "Balls" on the back), I tottered around through the apartment on them.

Emphasis on the tottering.

Not sure how well I'll do in these babies when I'm two drinks in (three... four... five...) and cutting a rug on ye old dance floor. Could be messy. Could pull a Dark Horse and fall down a flight of stairs. Maybe I should just wear my flops with a sign on my back that says "my other shoes are fabulous"?

p.s. What's worse: "Talula Does The Hula From Hawaii" or "Number 16 Bus Shelter"? I think I'm going with Number 16... Hey Beef, why not take a crack at "My Father Can Grow A Full Moustache in Under 30 Seconds"?