saturday night my partner in crime (sister dear) and I ventured over to our friend D's houses for a light repast and beauty parlor. as always, JM(to the tune of my niece's southern drawl it's Jen-Mayree) was running a bit late and traffic in Montgomery was a mish-mash of clueless cell phone talkers and slow drivers. we made a mad dash to the grocery for dessert - landing on a lemon roulage from the bakery.
I decided to wear a carefully considered purchase of bronze wedges - dearly saved for, though very cheap. unemployment makes you appreciate the few nine west shoes left in the closet - no? I thought for $29, these were pretty stylin'.
miss D laid a beautiful table - complete with a relish tray as a true southern lady might have. placemat and vodka, surely I had landed in the midst of steel magnolias. I was reminded how much I loved good conversation, potatoes that turn to alcohol and the music of nick drake. after gathering in the bathroom to play beauty parlor (who wants to go to church on easter with roots? well, turns out that I did but that's another blog for another day....or not.) in my haze of chemicals and cranberry gazed glasses I noticed that marley reincarted...or otto as they say he's named (I'll call him satan) had my shoe hanging from his mouth. yes, yes, yes - I admit it. I have a horrible habit of kicking off shoes when I relax. but damn it..they were my brand new purchase that I wore for exactly one hour.
but...I'm southern and we're at a friend's house. you smother the shriek of pain and choke out a laugh. a clever little laugh about cheap shoes and how it's your fault...because it was really. and it may be good incentive to keep my shoes on during future visits. who wants to make a friend feel bad?
but that dog...satan I tell you. satan.