As much as I love flitting about the city in one of my cute vintage cocktail dresses, sometimes there's nothing more comforting than double fisting High Lifes (or is it High Lives?) with your old high school friends in a pair of ballet flats, a faded MTV logo tee, and the jeans you thought were cool in high school.
But I know myself, the true me, and come tomorrow morning, I'll be back in full force to report on how many god-awful pairs of square-toed, chunky-heeled boots I had the displeasure to see tonight.
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