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Taxi Shoes

April 28, 2009


I have a hot date this Saturday evening…with two ladies and three pairs of taxi shoes. Well, one pair per lady, per set of feet.

“I’ll have you know,” declared one of our posse, “I am wearing stupid, stupid shoes. The sort you can’t walk far in. The sort that you don’t even bother to try walking in.”

And so, we agreed, it’s more of a waste to own hot, hot heels and never make it out the door, than to spend good money on cab fare…besides…there’s the moment when you fling open the door and step to the curb…it never fails to impress.

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4 Comments leave one →
  1. looka permalink
    April 29, 2009 1:23 pm

    Oh well, oh well!

    So much good things to read! I’ll do just that then…

  2. Amanda permalink
    April 29, 2009 1:25 pm

    You and me both…procrastinate! procrastinate! procrastinate!

  3. looka permalink
    April 30, 2009 4:53 am

    Yep! It’s the life of every office party!

  4. Irene Zion permalink
    April 16, 2010 6:17 pm

    Oh but those are glorious shoes.
    They don’t even look like they hurt.
    I want to come next time!

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