High heels from Saturday night

This past weekend I found myself getting all gussied up for two parties I was invited to. If a girl is invited to two parties in one night then she must make a show of it, I reasoned. When I found a pair of black heels in my closet I knew they were perfect for completing my look. Even if my true instincts told me, “Rachel, your feet are not going to thank you later.” Because, to be honest, my feet prefer comfort and wearing high heels can be quite torturous. I put on the heels despite this and carried on. The evening was going rather smoothly… until my friend and I left for the second party, which required a 10 minute walk/jog in the rain…

“I hate wearing heels,” I whined.

“Yeah but you gotta have the heels,” he replied in all seriousness.

At that point I considered taking off my heels and chucking them at him in response to his outrageous statement. You gotta have the heels? Hello? What kind of gal does he think I am? But then I remembered I was the one who selected heels in the first place and so sometimes one must grin and bear it... and wear flats in the future.