Before I went to town yesterday, I thought to myself that those white cute shoes of mine were damn durable, since I bought them last year and they still looked kinda clean and fresh (not to mention white)... I have no idea what was exceptional about last night, because looking at my shoes now, they are scratched, covered with oil spots (don't even ask) and the heels are even worn down. Maybe it wasn't good for them dancing on + falling down from that unsteady table at the pre-party...
According to photo evidence my shoes were still white at 01:37...
This is just one of those things which make you regret that you even touched a bottle of homemade "raspberry juice" the previous night. The pain in every inch of your body, the spirit smell, the bruises and your returning memory ("I did what?!") are other examples on this. On the other hand, these incidents can be pretty entertaining, like the green ink tattoo on my right arm (depicting a naked woman) or the hilarious (and mysterious - "Who took these!?") pictures on my camera... After a night like this, I always wake up thinking "Never again, I swear, never again!", but five hours, a shower, and a meal later, I'm back on track. At the moment, I can't imagine doing what I planned doing tonight: being home alone with my cat, watching a movie and getting at least eight hours of sleep. That's for grannies, right?
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