Holiday Party Time

Between our two jobs, there is one holiday party.  To say there is a difference in entertainment budgets between our jobs is an understatement.  Hubby’s company had extra money in their budget, so sent  them to the Caribbean.  Our team outing consisted of pizza in one of the conference rooms, and I wouldn’t be surprised if the number of ordered toppings was a concern.  Hubby’s holiday parties are sometimes in buildings/places that are internationally known.  We, on the other hand, don’t have holiday parties.  December is too expensive.  We party in January or February.  We did have a DJ once, though!

But that’s OK.  Hubby’s parties make up for it.  The food and music are always top-notch and this year was no exception.  This year they even had a casino, so hubby got in a stint of playing craps.  The only bad thing about last night were my shoes.  I took every precaution to make sure that my feet would feel good; I read reviews on the shoes before buying them to make sure they would be comfortable, I tried to ‘wear’ them in a bit the day before, and I bought little footie things (sorry, can’t remember the name) that help pad the toes and the heels.

I have a history of having the wimpiest feet ever.  When I switch the shoes I wear from season to season, I inevitably get blisters.  My feet look like they’ve been through the wringer.  Not cute, or pretty.  I can’t really wear heels because I have back issues, but these shoes did have heels.  Or as hubby liked to say, “Look!  You’re wearing big girl shoes!”

I actually did pretty well, given the feet I have.  I didn’t have to take them off until the last hour, so I wore them for a good three to four hours.  But after that, forget it.  PAIN.  We were impressed that I didn’t have any blisters when we got home, but we should have known better.  There was one little irritating bugger that popped right before bedtime, so I could feel the sting any time the covers moved.  Of course.

It was totally worth it.  My shoes were cute, for once.