With all the excitement of getting my new job and actually finding it better than I thought, I find I have not discussed the wedding of my jr. high school friend.
She got married last weekend in a lovely short Catholic wedding. As previously mentioned, I had a hard time finding just the right shoes. I had attempted heels with very little success and thought I had found a cute pair of shoes. Which I had, they were cute. Hell, they were adorable. But they still were not comfortable. At all.
I had on a turqoisey dress and these cute little shoes and after about one minute, I was practically piggybacking John on the way to the church.
When we arrived I was horrified to see pretty much EVERYONE in black. Seriously, and here I am in this bright blue dress (it’s so pretty!) and I looked ridiculous. John carried me to a cab after the ceremony and I quickly went and changed into an all black outfit with no heels and I looked like some kind of old goth girl.
The reception was incredibly fun. I haven’t seen hardly any of these people since our days in jr. high, but we were mighty close then. And I found myself slipping into the exact same pace, humor and weirdness I had when I was 13. We all did. It was really odd and I’m still trying to figure it out in my head.
It was also nice to leave, to go back to my life the way it is now, the friends I have now and my comfy jeans and sneakers.
I would love to learn to be a high heeled girl, but I fear it’s too late and I’m too set in my ways. It just seems so silly now, that I would even try. Although I know John loved it when I had the heels, he didn’t love it when he saw me walking in them, heard me complaining about them and voraciously tossing them into the closet when I got back.
I now have 4 pairs of high heeled shoes I will never wear.
You know….if anyone wants em.
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