Ok, so I'm walking across Surface St on my way to the Aquarium, for the Booze "Harbor" Cruise we went on as seniors. I strolled through Quincy Market to stop by Nine West to pick up the Kelley green suede heels to match my cute J Crew dress I bought for the Emmanuel College Senior Prom Ball Banquet thing. Where will be carpeting. And flip flops in my purse. And Brian's catlike reflexes to catch me if and when I tip over.
Anyway, crossing the street, I was trapped behind slow walkers. Slow walkers, with stick-straight hair, eyeshadow drifting into their hairlines, and lips so glossy crows were circling overhead. Walking slowly in their not-quite-yet-broken-in pointy toed, 3 1/2 inch heels. We head into the cobblestoned plaza of the Marriott Long Wharf, and one girl goes down. Her Best Friend tried to catch her. She goes down too. The two other girls, attempting to Save their Lives, squat down as decently as their Ace bandage skirts allow, and in the effort to rescue them, join the pile. One finally Gets It, and scrambles up, Choos in hand. The other girls lay there, appalled that she'd take off her shoes on pavement.
Like I said, practicality is always sexy.
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