My cute new sky blue, patent, quilted, peep toe heels were COMFORTABLE! Shout it from the rooftops! The impossible can happen!
To file under S for Stupid. So, so, STUPID:
When you ask the pharmacist "can I drink alcohol while I'm on this freaky strong antibiotic?" and he says, "yes, no dairy or vitamins for two hours before or after you take it, but alcohol will be fine" DON'T BELIEVE HIM. After having a few cocktails at the post show party last night (at a swanky new nightclub) I was the picture of a lapsed AA member. I don't even want to go into the details. It's too awful. Normally it takes the equivalent of a horse tranquilizer to get me so much as tipsy. And when I have gotten soused it was on purpose. Last night I was blindsided. Essentially, I RUFIED MYSELF. The Robeau, for the record, was and continues to be, a complete champ. Never again, people. My career as a debaucherous partygoer is officially OVAH!
At least my feet were comfortable.
