oh molly

Remember that Molly Ringwald movie where she gets pregnant and lives in a little apartment with her highschool boyfriend and they have a tent for a bathroom? Okay, remember the part where she's in the tent on the toilet and her head is sticking out the top and she moans about "things hanging out of her bum"? Remember? Keep that in mind for a few minutes.

Saturday night was the big party! Woo-hoo. I wore the shoes and there was no problem. I could walk and my feet didn't feel like bloody stumps. We had lots of fun, probably a little too much. Shane's band played and they were really great. I'm not just saying that as the wife of a rock god, i'm saying that as the president of the school. Everybody must now worship my husband - it's a policy!

Funnily enough, even though it was a parents party, i had the opportunity to see a very lovely old friend from university. One who i haven't seen in 9 years. Man, things change - but most surprisingly they stay the same. Ade and i worked together at the student newspaper and also sweated through women's studies together. She was nice to me even though shane and i were drunken belligerent bullies (at university, not the parents party). The thing i really noticed is that women in their 30's are hot! Really. The people i knew in university were all pale and fat-skinny. You know, living off a steady diet of sleep-deprivation, coffee, beer, french fries and smokes. It made for the sunken pale face and the soft body with a little puffiness to round it all out. If Ade is any evidence ten years of healthy living sure makes for a beautiful woman. On the other hand, i was really drunk and seeing through those drunky drunk happy eyes.

Anyways, it was really fun and i only fell down once and that was from trying to dance in four inch heels. I threw them away after that.

Also, the next day? It was really horrible. How come none of you warned me about those muscles in my calf. The ones that you use when you tippy-toe or wear high heels? The ones that seized up so tight that i couldn't walk when i woke up? Oh the pain. All the way down the stairs i cried "shit, shit, shit" with every step.

The molly ringwald thing? Apparently the high heels did something to me that required screaming at shane at 8 in the morning to go to the store and GET ME SOME PREPARATION H STAT!! Is that possible? HEELS = THINGS HANGING OUT OF MY BUM? I don't know, but that's what i'm blaming it on.

I know - classy lady lives here.