I call them my 3 hour shoes because that is the amount of time I can wear them until my arches start to fail me and I begin to walk like a arthritic grandma who's had too much to drink... and that's just not a pretty sight at all.
I realize I'll never make the cut of America's Next Top Model with this 3 hour time limit. So I'm trying to build up the stamina so I can wear these shoes all day. They at least deserve that. Don't be surprised if you come to my house and you see me in sweats and a t-shirt vacuuming the house with these bad boys on. No pain. No gain.
Nate and I had some sa-weet plans last friday night with two other couples from his work, so naturally I did what any woman in my situation would do... called my cute little 12 year old neighbor girl to do my hair and stole all of my friends hot mama jewelry (because it's all about the accessories this season)... (I truly have no idea what I'm talking about)
We went out to eat at an extremely nice restaurant. Like, out of my league restaurant.
A restaurant where there was an item on the menu that didn't show a price, but said FINANCING AVAILABLE in its place.
A restaurant where the waiter asks you what you want to eat and you say, "I'll have that item on the menu that I can't pronounce... sir." followed by a, "wee, wee" because it sounds fancier.
A restaurant where you quietly ask the waiter if you can get a to-go box and then descretely whisper in his ear, "Do people do that here?"
A restaurant where they have valet parking and you're (meaning me) super embarrassed to drive your old beat up mini van that's being held together by a bungie cord.
So out of desperation you (again, meaning ME) call one of the couples that you're going with and ask if they'll drive instead.
And then as luck would have it, that couple that was kind enough to let you carpool with them, but instead of driving their nice new minivan they decide to drive their old beater minivan. And then you laugh because life is just comedic like that.
But the best part is when you show up to this nice restaurant and the third couple arrives and you laugh about valet parking your old beat up cars (while others are parking their Jaguars) and that couple tops it off with, "Oh, ya. You think that's funny? How about pulling up to the valet parking and telling the guy who's going to drive your car to be careful because the only way to get your car into reverse is to stick a screwdriver into the driving console and wiggle it just a bit."
And I admit, that was pretty funny... but mostly because it wasn't me trying to explain the art of driving with the screw driver to the valet parking attendant.
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The night was wonderful. The food was awesome. The atmosphere was second to none.
The company was unbeatable. And the heels were slammin'.
But the best part about it? Did I mention we didn't have to pay for it?
FREE and I are, like, the best of buds.
Taking a picture in the restaurant on a cell phone with my girl Lezlee.
Another classy move on my part.
So classy that the husbands pretended like they didn't know us.
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14 comments:
Oh my Ginnie, I can not stop laughing! That seriously was one of the funniest nights ever! We may have had bungie cords holding our cars together or had to use screw drivers to reverse but one thing we got right and that was how SMOKIN hot look by the fireplace! Where's the picture of our friend the walrus?!!!Brad and I were laughing so hard we were crying on our way home!!! Thanks for the fabulous night!
you go girl. i could NEVER EVER where those hot heels. wish so badly i could. you own it. love them. miss you like crazy. call me soon.
two extremely important questions: what restaurant is that and can we do a photo shoot there?
where did you find those heels? I'm in love.
Ha ha, that's great. Those are some serious hot mama shoes you were working - I like!!
Those heels are AMAZING! And I could not stop laughing at your description of the valet/restaurant.
Also, just hey from a new follower :)
I hate that I cant wear my heels out to a casual event so I wear them around the house, in sweats. Its so good to hear another person does this ;)
Michelle and Jamie
we ate at La Caille and I'm almost positive you've heard about that place. I was little nervous about going because I heard all of the waitress' wear dresses with major cleavage hanging out and the last thing I needed was a little competition.
Luckily we had a man and he didn't have quite as much cleavage as me.
They do let people take pictures there, but I'm sure they charge a ridiculous amount of money.
Dear anonymous,
I'm so glad I've found someone who can empathize with me. ;)
Sounds like a fun night, especially if you're not paying :) That cracks me up about pulling your old beater minivans up to the valet parking. Since this is Utah, I'm sure they see plenty of minivans, but the screwdriver jiggle is awesome!
I must say that I LOVE the heels! Where might I find me a pair, because nothing says sexy like a prego woman with kankles wearing heels!
Hahahahaha..............still laughing!!! I can always count on a good laugh when I check in on your blog!! Thanks for sharing your life and humor!!!
You two look super HOT! Talk about working the cell phone camera in a serious way! And sorry about the junker van, on the upside, it was cleaner than the alternative and completely carseat free. (Rob obviously lacks a certain amount of ego.) Good times, good memories.
ROB said...
I want to know what kind of a family has two minivans?
Ang, the only thing that would have made that picture complete would be you standing next to us! At least you were kind enough to hold the camera, lol.
And my response to Rob... Someone who's totally awesome and who's going to be rich well before us. :)
Me being in the picture would have required ONE of our husbands to come out from hiding around the corner. However, I'm not convinced I could have worked the sexy mama pose like you two did. Seriously, two thumbs up for looking awesome!
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