Heels ‘N’ Hose
Posted on July 7, 2010
Look at these sexy shoes. Look at these sexy hose. I would love to have a wardrobe of each. Oh, and the skirts are nice, too. I love the fashion nerve to wear things that don’t “match” but that clearly look great together. I also wish I could wear sexy shoes on a regular basis.
Tonight I wore a skirt and heels out to dinner with the Viking and his friend. It was the friend’s birthday so the Viking wanted to treat him. I suggested Range, where I had been on several occasions, mostly because every time I had been I had a great time.
The Viking and I got dressed up all pretty and then walked to the restaurant, which was just a few blocks from our place. The Viking’s idea of dressing up all pretty included nice shoes, a sharp button-down shirt, and a jacket. The jacket is a new addition to the Viking’s wardrobe, and he’s had few opportunities to wear it.
Tonight, he wore it with the idea that if I caught a chill he’d be able to offer me his jacket if I got cold. San Francisco is a very cool city in the summer. I know that sounds odd to those of you who’ve not been to San Francisco in the “summer.” It is summer, based on the Northern Hemisphere’s position in relation to the sun, but San Francisco is not hot from Summer Solstice – June 21 – to August. Instead, it is foggy and windy. San Francisco is warmest in September and October. I promise. I’ve lived here for ten years, I know this shit.
Tonight I wore a black shirt, a black skirt, a black cardigan, a black jacket, and a pair of black kitten-heel slingbacks. It was cool when we left the house, but I was quite warm by the time we arrived at our destination. Also by the time we arrived to our destination my feet hurt. Once we were sat at our table I gave my feet a break beneath the table.
After dinner, which was DELICIOUS, the Viking and I walked home. Due to my severe foot pain I suggested we stop at a local dive bar for a drink. Also, I had to go to the bathroom. After one drink we made our way home.
My day began with breakfast in bed, then was extremely shitty in the middle, and then improved over dinner, and further improved. The Viking makes my days so pleasant.
I swear. True story.
Categories: True Story.
