The Grand is a venue where you can get dressed up if you want or wear your jeans if you want and nobody cares either way. I chose to dress up a little bit and wore dress pants with my brown leather heals. Now since I have become 'a walker' my heals have been gathering dust in my closet for sometime. I blew them off and carefully walked to the car when my mother picked me up. For those of you who have been to The Grand you know about the stairs and the potential for dizziness when you are finding your seat in the balcony. I will tell you that I did not feel safe wearing these high heals in the balcony. I kept envisioning myself toppling over the edge. Once seated we enjoyed the show immensely and I climbed out of there in one piece.
Walking to the car afterwards was another matter. I'm sure you're all aware of the infamous grates in the sidewalk of downtown London. I kept telling myself, "don't step on the grates", but well, we got talking and boom.... heal stuck in a grate. It was not just a little bit 'wiggle out of here' stuck. I had to remove my foot and pry the shoe out, which now has much of the leather destroyed on the heal. I really do look and feel like a crazy person wearing these things and I have vowed to myself that our relationship is over! All those heals in my closet will find a new home once I take them to Goodwill.... including my very sexy orange boots :(
Goodbye old friend.
