Red Shoes are Dangerous…
Yesterday afternoon, I headed in to town to run errands, and I discovered a gift certificate in my purse that I had completely forgotten about. So I stopped to see what kind of trouble I could get into. I discovered and subsequently acquired the most incredible pair of shoes I have ever or will ever own.
I wondered briefly where I might wear them, scandalous as they are. These are not work shoes. These are “end up under someone’s bed” shoes. The shoes, not me. I also wondered briefly how much practice it will take to walk in the highest pair of heels I’ve ever owned and quickly decided that there are worse fates than wearing sexy red shoes around the house for awhile.
The day’s events were celebration worthy. That was when things started to get as wild as the shoes…
I won’t get into the whole story here, but I do have a few bullet points for you:
- I never realized how hot the words “I could help you with some code if you ever need it” would make me when delivered properly.
- Bartenders have some kind of relationship extra-sensory perception, and ignoring what they tell you because it isn’t what you want to hear is just futile.
- Just when I thought my days of getting felt up by a hot guy with a 9mm strapped to his hip were over, the Universe is all like, hey there, we have a treat for you!
- Semi-charmed life just does not begin to describe it.
- Coffee is not the best way to celebrate your good luck at 2am. Vitamin water would have been much more appropriate.
- There is something inherently compelling about a man who doesn’t complain when he has a really good reason for doing so.
- Neither myself nor my pictures are very sharp at four in the morning.
Looking at those shoes before gently placing them in my closet, I couldn’t help but wonder- if buying them caused this much trouble, what will happen when I actually wear them?
I fell asleep with a smile on my face just thinking about it.
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Just found your blog, I love this story, filling in the blanks… I look forward to reading about when the shoes do make it out of the box….
Bartenders have some kind of relationship extra-sensory perception, and ignoring what they tell you because it isn’t what you want to hear is just futile.
I promise you, it’s true. Sometimes when someone walks into a bar, we’ll huddle and make bets about what their story is before we talk to them and find out.
We’re also never wrong.
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I hope you will publish some of what happens on red shoe days… Or will at least email me… *grin
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I can’t believe you didn’t include pics of the shoes! On pins and needles over here!
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You should really report that officer to his sergeant.
If, however, it was the sergeant– just marry him. Those chevrons say “job security.”
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“Semi-charmed life just does not begin to describe it.”
Right? And the shoes? We call those ‘leave-ons’
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I want to see a picture of these magical shoes!
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you’re gonna hafta post a picture…
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Seriously, need a pic of these killer sounding shoes..great writing,again!
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