Shoe Blues!!!

It is hard to keep a blog rolling (no pun intended), especially if you feel that you are just using this as an avenue to vent. To be honest, that is what I do. I use this space on the world wide web as my 'therapy'. I release the little niggly thingie majigis that get to me and/or I write stuff about what inspires or amuses me.
I am surprised that you read. Not surprised, more like grateful. I am intrigued that my 'nonsense' actually captures your attention. But you challenge me to come up with creative content week on week. Plus, it gets my otherwise lazy ass to stop shopping online and do other stuff on the net.

This weekend I went out to dinner with some great people. I like good company and good wine. So during dinner of course the blog came up and I was asked about how I come up with content for the blog. To be honest, I don't pre-plan it. I just sit down and write.
So this is how the night went - meet for drinks, have dinner and go for more drinks. I am so not a drinker. I cannot hold my drink and after a glass of wine I get a buzz. Which is why it totally surprised me that I had may be a total of 8 glasses of wine!

Of course I played it cool, not showing my very posh friends that the wine had gotten to me. I tried to keep the conversation 'intelligent' but for some strange reason, I vaguely remember talking about Megamind - the animated movie and how he says the word 'revange' in the movie. I am trying not to replay it in my mind too much - I wonder how loud I was. Anyway, the point is, I thought I was very funny!
My friends, being the cool people they are, never let on that they thought I was making a complete ass out of myself. Raj, who had a drink or two, says I was very well behaved.. until..

I have no idea what happened to me once we ended the evening and I got into the car. I don't remember having a conversation with Raj - but he tells me I made three phone calls. I have always said, never drink and dial. From the minute I sat in the car the night seemed to have ended in my mind. But, I am told, it went on.
I misplaced my very expensive shoes. Don't ask me how. Short of throwing them out of the moving car, I cannot even recall taking them off.

Raj tells me I rushed inside the house and when he got upstairs he saw me chilling in my doggies basket. Oh dear! I did, however, find time (and energy) to take my make up off. Why I was in her basket I have no idea. I then got into bed and started bbming someone. Who? I don't know. What did I say? Your guess is as good as mine! The next morning I was up at 7 and in denial that I had a hangover. 'It never happens with expensive wine' I told myself. Raj and I were supposed to attend a wedding. I rushed over to see my baby who was staying at mums and then came back home, all the time thinking did well and avoided a hangie.
But then at 11am it struck and oh boy did I suffer!!

Raj had to force me out of bed so that I could doll myself up and pretend not to feel ill. It all worked out. Truth is, the older you get, the harder it is for you to get over a hangover, Jay Leno said so on his show. Getting into bed last night was amazing when my head touched my pillow - I was just about to fall off into deep sleep until it dawned on me - MY SHOES!!!!

I know I will find them - I mean seriously, where could the go? But while we are apart, I dedicate this blog to them - oh how I miss you guys..I feel so naked without you - well my feet do. When I said shoe - I didn't mean shoo..come back to me.. :)