Symphony, Spektor, and Stilletos

This morning, I had a plan.  Today was the day I was going to break in my new shoes.  They are beautiful.  I watched them online for a couple of months, and I finally purchased about three weeks ago.  I have been admiring them for all this time, but I hadn't worn them yet.  But today, all that changed. 

See, the problem is, they are kind of tall.  I wasn't sure I could last a whole day, so Friday was perfect.  The only significant walking I have to do on Friday is from my parking spot to my office, which is about a block.  I usually don't go to lunch on Fridays, so it was the perfect day to test them out before wearing them to any kind of significant event.  I am going to Wicked tomorrow night in Denver, and if today went well, the shoes were going to be rewarded with a trip to the show. 

Great plan, right?  Well, at around 3:00, I got a text asking if I wanted to go to the symphony tonight.  Fun!  I had to leave early from work, so I could run down to Provo and make it back in time for the symphony tonight, so I didn't have time to go change my clothes/shoes after work.  I would still have time after I got home, and regardless, I was wearing the perfect shoes to go to the symphony.  You have to admit, they are pretty classy.

On the way home from Provo, I ran into some serious traffic, so by the time I got home, I was already late leaving for the Symphony.  By the time we got there, the $16 tickets that we wanted were already sold out, and the next price was $37.  One of our friends didn't want to spend that much, so instead we decided to go see Regina Spektor at In The Venue.

Have any of you been to In The Venue?  Parking is not convenient, and it's not exactly the kind of place with a lot of seating.  We parked a few blocks away, paid for our tickets, which ironically enough were $37, and then fought our way through the crowds to find a good place to stand.  Yes, stand.  For two hours.  Regina Spektor was really good, and everyone around me wanted her to sing a few more songs, but honestly, my feet just couldn't take any more. 

A few blocks to the car, and my feet were pretty much done.  I love shoes.  I am willing to wear five inch heels for a good portion of the day purely for my love of shoes.  In my perfect plan this morning, my shoes' day ended at 4:30 this afternoon.  The way things actually worked out, my shoes stayed out about seven hours later than their curfew.  Don't worry, there is an appropriate punishment.  As a result they will no longer be attending Wicked tomorrow night.  I still love them, but my feet are very happy in their current state.