I could tell something was wrong from the moment I woke up in a bathtub.
Firstly – because like any normal person I usually sleep in my bed, not my bathtub.
Secondly – I was nursing a killer headache that urgently required aspirin.
And lastly – because I was wearing nothing but my underwear, a pair of 6 inch high heels, and make up that felt a few centimeters thick.
The only thing that I could think about through the throbbing headache was(like many people who have been in similar situations), what the hell happened last night?
I looked around, relived to discover that I was in my own bathroom. I then clambered out of the bathtub, which was surprisingly difficult when a killer hangover was screwing up your balance, wrapped one of my towels around myself in a vain attempt to regain(at least) some of my dignity. An attempt which failed when, on my next step, I tripped over my own feet, and did an impressive nose dive(more accurately called a belly flop) with a score of 9.1 into my bathroom carpet.
"Oh for crying out loud!" I muttered through a mouthful of rug. I sat up and violently took off one shoe and looked at it.
It was tall, with a spindly heel that looked too weak to support any human being, and was a shade of bright neon yellow that made my head spin, although that could still be the hangover.
I tugged off the other shoe and was about to toss the hideous abominations across the room, when I caught sight of a small sticker stuck to the bottom of the shoe. With a small high pitched laugh, I carefully placed them back down on the carpet and patted them, "nice shoes" I strained.
A four figure price tag can easily change a girl's opinion on a pair of shoes.
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