oh joy! we went to another fluevog vip party thing and this time it was soooo much fun!!! personally, i think that when the focus shifts from dark rooms and vodka cocktails to a room filled with happy shoes, wine, and snacks it's much easier to be sociable. this time we talked to half of the people there and stayed for quite some time having fun. not only that, but i finally finally finally got those uber-expensive shoes i've been eyeing for the past two months. i was prancing - yes, literally prancing - around drinking shiraz and eating veggies while we browsed the entire collection. we convinced derek to try on a few pairs (hey there was a ton of stuff on sale!) and i bought him a new pair of shoes, too. one cannot be absolutely sure, but it looked as if he was even smiling when he tried them on.
pssst, we got a steal on shoes that were supposed to be full price. it was fate, i tell you. cheese! shoes! laughter! quelle enjoyment. derek has future angel in a chestnut and olive andrew, while i got operetta in a black/grey malibran. ain't we the hoity-toity types? gotta love those vogs.
for the weekend my wish is to ride a ferry boat and eat hostess spice cupcakes. as some of you might know, spice cake is the official cake of elopement, and you have to get a package of hostess. why? because they come in twos so you can share them with someone you love. hey, i can hear you making that gagging noise! stop it! you're just as sentimental as anyone else. it's okay to admit it. eat the spice cake and cuddle up; you'll thank me for it in the end.
mmmmm... cheeeeese... i love a place that'll give you snacks while you shop. can someone put me on the vip list for the next store we visit? this must be what it means to have a piece of the good life. that reminds me of something else. we do still need a couch. in theory, there comes a point when it's just time to pick one and go with it for a while, to stop visiting your top three choices at the furniture pound and just take one back to a loving home. now that we've been decisive on fancy footwear it is probably time to take on the issue of the couch. it'll give me a good excuse to wear my shoes out on the town.
the song i can't get outta my head:
happy feet! i've got those hap-hap-happy feet!
give them a low-down beat
and they begin dancing!
i've got those ten little tip-tap-tapping toes,
when they hear a tune
i can't control the dancing, dear,
to save my soul!
those weary blues can't get into my shoes,
because my shoes refuse
to ever grow weary.
i keep cheerful on an earful
of music sweet;
just got those hap-hap-happy feet!
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