HIGH HEELS AND BEER - DO THEY MIX WELL?

This past weekend, I went back to my 20 year college reunion. Ouch. When I say “I went back”, I don’t only mean that I travelled five hours to my collegiate destination, but “I went back” also means that I regressed to my irresponsible days of yore. You all know what I mean; I temporarily abandoned my family, my domestic responsibilities, my mind, and any sliver of credibility as an appropriate person that sometimes I think I have earned. I knew that there was a good possibility that I would blow it out, so I really worried about what kind of shooze I was going to pack that would get me through the weekend. So how does a mamagirl who loves shooze prepare? Easy. She over packs, of course. These are the shooze I packed – 8 pairs of shooze for the weekend:

· I pair of somewhat chic, rocket high espadrilles…these would be the shooze that I would leave civilization in, so I needed to look somewhat like myself when I left – and then reentered – my real life.
· I pair of blue wellies - knee high navy blue rain boots with loden green laces…in case it rained, then I could still party my face off in the tents, knee deep in mud and beer.
· 1 pair of sneakers….since I was probably going to saturate myself in beer, I figured I would need to go for a run the next day to sweat out the toxins.
· 1 pair of flip flops – my silver Jack Rogers…because they are my “go to” shoe in the summer and look good with shorts, sundresses, jeans and more.
· 1 pair of very old espadrilles, that would give me some height, but were still sturdy enough to keep me planted on the ground while I walked with a keg of beer in my belly….because I needed a heel otherwise my jeans would be too long and drag on the ground. They had to be old in case I decided to toss them in the garbage after the possibility of getting trashed.

· 3 pairs of hand painted sandals…because I love me my girlfriends and wanted to come bearing gifts for them (in return, check out the uber formidable tank top that my friend Nina gifted to me!)

· 1 bling bling toe ring…because I’m the Mamagirl.

And do you know what? All of them were worn over the course of the weekend, except the boots. Happily it didn’t rain! My weekend was amazing. It was so good to see my friends and to go back to a place and a time where you grew up. But if I had to do it again, I might have worn only my toe ring out on Friday night…because I learned that 20 beers, 1 pitcher of sangria, 3 tequila shots and whatever else I managed to forget that I poured down my throat don’t really provide for great stability while teetering around on high heeled wedge espadrilles. Translation? I fell into a lot of bushes on Friday night.

What can I say? Inadvisable shooze, inadvisable drinker. Go figure, Mother Fucker.

                           THEN                                                                            NOW