In a city where girls are born wearing heels, I shouldn’t have felt so uncomfortable leaving my apartment. However, at my height and the fact that my boyfriend seems to be shrinking every year, I always felt high heels were only something to be admired on the feet of others. So as I touched the doorknob my heart began to race and I could feel the flustered red blotches forming on my chest like sullen clouds. A quick surveillance through the crack of my door revealed an empty hall. I cautiously stepped out, locked the door, and clonked down the staircase.
With each step I grew more anxious and by the time I got to the first level I desperately wanted to change my shoes. However going back up was not an option so I proceeded out to the subway entrance where I had to walk by real people. Real people with eyes that might actually notice what I was wearing and then think thoughts about it! Oh god why were they looking at my gold shoes- oh of course, because they are glittery. Why oh why did I wear glittery gold high heels?
As soon as I felt the comfort of a herd of friends, I began to feel more sassy and less ‘parading giraffe’. The following afternoon my liver and stomach would come to seek reckoning, but I wasn’t keeping tally of my refreshments. My thoughts slowed and I forgot things like the DSLR camera in my hand or the black shrug I had been wearing. However the most significant slip of mind was the self-consciousness I had felt. I guess that’s what bachelorette parties are all about.