The other evening I went to a private party held at Sugarhouse Casino to support a friend. (No gambling was involved so I went.) It was held in the back where they set up an area with some tables, very few chairs and cocktail tables. A lady there will probably be forever remembered as that “crazy shoe girl”. She dressed to have a great evening with super cute silver strappy stiletto sandals on. (Try saying that 5 times.) With silver earrings, a black outfit and a black and silver threaded belt, the shoes were perfect. Well, perfectly matching, but apparently not perfect for standing several hours.
The theme was “Parisian Party” and the decor was gorgeous. With an Eiffel Tower sculpture standing at least 3 feet tall, French styled cuisine appetizers such as mini Beef Wellington, French Onion Soup bites, bacon wrapped scallops, quiche and petit fours, the party was set. It really was gorgeous.
It was a night of several “firsts” for me. I’m not afraid to admit that – first time in a casino (and really not up my alley), first time to use valet parking (and I loved it), first time on Philly’s water front, and first time coming face to face with what a gambling crowd is like.
Anyway, this is about the SHOES not the ambiance or the people. The shoes were cute, the shoes were great. I LOVED the shoes, and they were so perfect for this event, except for the no seats thing. She thought she was good for the night, especially considering she wore them at 7 months pregnant for a few hours. Within 20 minutes her feet were KILLING HER. She looked like she was going to hit the floor at any moment.
Somehow she managed to slip her toes out from under the straps of one sandal but that was a mistake. There was no way to keep it semi attached to her foot. She looked quite silly. *Here’s a secret* She took a bathroom break and not to use it. She had to sit down…..somewhere….anywhere at that point. It’s pretty darn handy to have a pregnant friend. She said she needed to use the bathroom and this girl so generously volunteered to go with her. You know that whole “girls don’t go to the bathroom alone thing. Gotta give Sugarhouse credit. That is the cleanest bathroom ever seen in public – EVER. It was also the biggest lifesaver of, well, the night. I have it from a reliable source, you know, out of the horse’s mouth, that she rested her feet for a few minutes and braved walking again.
She even contemplated breaking the heels off her shoes but was worried one would break off and not the other or break partially but not the whole way off. I tell ya, she was desperate.
She threw the shoes away when she got home and will never wear those strappy shoes again. Oh yeah, that girl was ME.