Luckily, as with most experiences or incidents (word choice dependent on the positive vs. negative outcome), I can account for every [permeated] (re: non blackout) memory by my choice of footwear at the time.
In total, I wore exactly four out of the seven pairs of
shoes I packed to: Google map myself around the city, break out in hives, see
Despicable Me 2, ruin one of the four pairs of aforementioned worn shoes, fall
due to what can only be described as a handicap accessible ramp in a non
handicap accessible bar and eat copious amounts of latkes from Katz’s Deli at
3AM while watching my boyfriend devour a hot pastrami sandwich which is
apparently some small feat, one I only know of after re-reading the menu on
their website* (some things are better left unexplained).
*It’s safe to assume that said ruined shoes were worn at
said deli.
And alas, as the weekend came to a close, with half a chive
cream cheese smeared sesame bagel in my purse and not a stick of gum in sight,
I said goodbye to my boyfriend through pathetically (cute?) RomCom tears and
welcomed my seat partner with her Chipotle salad—extra hot sauce, four shopping
bags and a pink neck pillow that read, “World
Traveler.”
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| Me. World Traveling. |
My usual trademark of getting to and from NYC is by cattle car, more commonly referred to as the bus. I’ve literally tried most methods of transportation between our two cities: Bolt, Mega, LimoLiner, planes, trains and automobiles, but I’ve financially decided that if you’re making the trip a few times a month, a cheap bus ticket is smarter than the Amtrak. Note: fiscally more responsible, but not physically, emotionally or mentally responsible.
Also, for you PGG’sOAB (I’m going to stick with this acronym
for now), that $1 MegaBus ticket does exist; I got it for the FIRST TIME in 2
years on Sunday. Just might be buying these sexy black basics from Zara
with the money I saved. I only slightly digress.
If you've ever been on a bus (re: any bus), you know that it
morbidly sucks and certainly not a picture that high heels fit nicely into.
McDonald's, traffic, restless leg syndrome and that guy that doesn’t know we
can hear his Taylor Swift “I Knew You
Were Trouble” on repeat don’t always warrant 4 inches and above.
Even though I'm pro heel, I’ve been on enough "coach" buses to know that this may be one of those inappropriate moments where heels are not acceptable (see also gym membership meetings and anything involving cobblestone). I'm also not above changing my shoes in public. Walking to job interviews prepared me for this. So, I brought this spare pair for post-bus happy hour drinks (at Oficina Latina), which turned into post post-bus happy hours drinks and a rosé-filled banquet dinner with friends (at B Bar & Grill) and then post-banquet dinner drinks at Phebe’s where I got a dental consultation and a Stoli blueberry and lemonade.
Even though I'm pro heel, I’ve been on enough "coach" buses to know that this may be one of those inappropriate moments where heels are not acceptable (see also gym membership meetings and anything involving cobblestone). I'm also not above changing my shoes in public. Walking to job interviews prepared me for this. So, I brought this spare pair for post-bus happy hour drinks (at Oficina Latina), which turned into post post-bus happy hours drinks and a rosé-filled banquet dinner with friends (at B Bar & Grill) and then post-banquet dinner drinks at Phebe’s where I got a dental consultation and a Stoli blueberry and lemonade.
I bought these Stuart Weitzman heels (still weirdly on sale here) IN
HIGH SCHOOL when I rationed that having better shoes was more important than an
expensive dress (I was rocking an A.L.C. $60 knock off of a Dolce and Gabbana yellow
gown that Charlize Theron wore a few months prior.) Fake it till you make it
people. Always.
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| Me and Char circa 2008 ~*memz*~ |
Anyways, my point is to show how good shoes and clothing last, especially if you take care of them/smile adoringly at them/pick your battles on when and where to wear them. (Disregard the aforementioned ruined hells, they were on a clearance sale for $22 and knew what they would be getting into. I will try to salvage them and keep you posted on the procedure.)
Even though my bank account doesn’t have as many figures as
I would like, I can still rationalize putting a fair amount of money into good,
well-made shoes. That way, I know that though they won’t help with my rent,
buying them isn’t necessarily throwing away my money. Why? Because, compliments
make my world spin and betches love complimenting shoes.
Just kidding. Actually, it’s because they will last and I
will be reminded of a different memory upon each wear. I’m not saying all of
your shoes need to be designer or even sub-designer for that matter (my
favorites are Pour La Victoire, L.A.M.B. and Schutz), the
point is to put the money into pieces that will stand the test of time and
skimp on what you know you will soon throw away.
So whether it is a prom gown, Halloween costume, birthday dress or birthday suit, if you're trying to be smart, choose a quality piece that you can foresee yourself wearing in a few years.
So whether it is a prom gown, Halloween costume, birthday dress or birthday suit, if you're trying to be smart, choose a quality piece that you can foresee yourself wearing in a few years.
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| A cocktail shaker for emphasis on the day-to-night capabilities of bus travel outfits. |
Shirt: Zara. Similar available here at J. Crew- hurry 25%0ff!
Shorts: MM Cutoure. Similar here and here, both on sale at Zara! Love this alternative too from Anna Sui.
Sunglasses: Dolce & Gabbana. Prada makes a similar pair here.
Bag: Dooney and Bourke. Available here.
Travel shoes: Zara. Now on sale here!
Heels: Stuart Weitzman
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