Those Shoes Are Mine, Betch.

Yesterday I dressed up for a formal event. I was really tired after not having slept the night before and having been out ALL day working, studying, multitasking and what not. All I wanted to do was lie down in my room and pass out.

Instead, I decided to make my life miserable. Yay!

My cousin offered to lend me her shoes for the event. She has some seriously sexy shoes. The sadness of the situation was that I was two sizes too big for them.

But ofcourse THAT silly little fact didnt stop us from fitting my giant feet into the shoes.

Shoes with a heel of five and a half inches (why yes, I measured)

Now, I am just like any other girl who will wear high heels, smile through the excruciating pain and be alright. I love heels and thats that.

But this was different. Apparently an inch can make you redefine the term 'excruciating'.

Apparently a size or two down, your shoes can almost be the unfortunate cause of your death.

There was no blood supply to my feet. Or so I like to think in my overdramatic head. Saying that it 'hurt' is the biggest understatement ever made. I could feel a little part of my feet dying. If my feet could speak, they would have been yelling 'YOU SADISTIC BITCH, WE ARE WALKING OUT ON YOU THE MINUTE YOU GET US OUT OF HERE'

And I hadnt even reached the venue at that point.

My dad stopped at the entrance of Marriot and told me to get off and go up while he parked

the car. Daughterly love made me go 'Nooo.. I want to go up with you'

Probably should have thought that through.

My dad drove on and I could feel my heart sink with every turn of the wheel.

We drove past cars. No parking.

We turned. No parking.

We drove to the end of that lane. No parking.

We drove out of the hotel premises (and I am thinking WTF NO NO NOOOO!)

We turned. OH MY GOD.

We drove to the end of some STREET and finally parked the car.

FML.

The next five minutes I walked.

My unconsious has repressed that memory for obvious reasons.

Finally I made it to the hall where I was supposed to be.

I CAN FINALLY SIT. OMG YES. OMG.

A few people came up to me and said 'I love your shoesss!'

YEAH, YOU BETTER.

From now on I am ONLY sticking to comfortable shoes.

You know, the four and a half inch heel ones.