Yes, that is what I am doing. Sitting at home trying to decide what to wear tonight. I am feeling quite in the mood to get "dressed up". I even went to the mercado and bought nail polish and painted my toenails for the first time since 10 March. Wow, huh? I feel like I should mark the occasion by wearing the pair of high heels I packed and traipsed all over the countryside and never wore. Of course wearing high heels would put me about a metre above Meri and ensure I was considerably taller than most of the Spanish men in the Champaneria we're going to. But then, I am taller than them in flatties too so what's the difference? Never stopped Nicole.
Aside: Yes, I did say 'champaneria', and yes, it's heaven on earth. Who wants to open a champaneria with me back in Old London town? I'd be drunk all night and life would be wonderful. Of course, I did have a run-in with the cava earlier this week when a few hazy things happened that I can't quite remember, and I didn't think a life of perpetual champagne-drunkeness would be a perfect existence the following day as I fought my hangover trying to speak Spanish in class, but then - what the hell - I had fun!
Anyway, back to me and my shoes. I think I have decided to take the plunge into glamour by wearing them. I have red toenails after all, and what are red toenials without gold stilletoes? But that brings me to another problem. When I packed my gold high heels I didn't pack anything that actually goes with gold high heels other than a couple of dresses. Shall I wear a dress too or is it all just OTT! Oh dear, decisions, decisions. I need counselling. Help!
What do you think? Is it too much?
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