Hey Everyone this is the story about how Slut, Lisa and I spent a night at the Ivy.
I was watching the Phantom Gourmet one morning and they were talking about cheap eats in the city. They came across this restaurant called the Ivy in downtown crossing. It was a high class atmosphere with great barging prices. Naturally I called the girls and we set up a date to go.
I had been waiting for a occasion to wear my new peep toed maroon pumps from Nordsrom and I figured a night at the Ivy was a perfect place to debut them. So we met up at Lisa's apt and slut drove us to the Common parking lot where we could park for 10 all night. We got out and made our way across the common toward downtown crossing, as we approached the half way mark I started to feel pain in my feet. I would like to make a disclaimer that I know I shouldn't have worn these out in the city for the first time, but they were so darn cute and went perfect with my outfit. I mean I knew I would get some form of a blister I just didn't know what was in store. I decided I would wait to assess the damage until we were seated at the restaurant. By the time we got there I was in full out extreme pain. All I could think about was sitting down and taking these shoes off.
Once we seated I immediately took off my shoes to assess the damage. It wasn't looking good, I had blisters in just about every possible spot on both feet and then some. I figured I would deal with it later, it wasn't going to ruin dinner. After all no one could see under the table. We order the cheese plate first and I decided I would get the chicken, even though the pasta primavera sounded good pasta didn't always like my stomach. The waiter came back and asked us what we wanted for dinner.
"could I have the chicken please"
"I'm sorry but we are out of that"
"great ummmmm (I quickly scan the menu) I guess I'll have the pasta primavera"
"ok"
Several minutes later our food arrives, I quickly survey my plate and see that instead of some sort of saucee being on my plate all I could make out was oil. A lot of oil. I said to myself this will probably make me sick, but oh well it looks good....and it was.
Several minutes after I finished eating, it hit me. My stomach was upset and I had to go to the bathroom except I couldn't bear to put my heel's on so I asked Lisa to borrow her flip flops. Of course she let me.
I sat back down and we were discussing getting the check and leaving. Once we got the bill squared away we all decided to go to the bathroom before we left. I still didn't feel good and putting my shoes back on was pure HELL. I couldn't walk. I stumled into the bathroom and at that moment everyone and their mother decided to use the bathroom. Great. What am going to do. I was taking to long so Lisa and Slut said they would meet me outside. I said fine and sat and wondered how the hell I was going to get back to the car. I came to the conclusion that I had only one real option at this point. I was alone, in a toilet stall, with blisters covering my feet. I was desperate. I had no other choice than to wrap my feet in toilet paper. I mean really wrap them......
The pain was so bad that I couldn't get my entire foot in the shoe, so I tiptoed out of the bathroom, through the restaurant, and past the hostess with toilet paper dragging on the floor. Once outside Lisa and Slut took one look at me and burst out laughing. I can only imagine what I looked like, but I was in agony. oh Rose what have you done.
"I can't make it to the car guys. I don't know what to do. I am going to have to walk barefoot with the tp" (i know sooooo nasty)
"no Rose you can't do that, I would give you my flip flops but your heels are to small for me"
"can you guys do me a huge favor and run to Macy's and buy me a pair of flip flops....please"
"ok we will try it doesn't look like they are still open"
They weren't....as Lisa's says they went in and asked if they could buy a pair of flip flops for their friend in pain and of course the lady was like no we are closed. So there I am in the middle of downtown crossing and the only thing separating my feet from the pavement was toilet paper. Finally Krystal (Slut) came to the rescue and told me I could wear her NEW shoes, but I better not scratch them. They were a godsend, low and stretched out...heaven for my poor feet. I made it back to the car in one piece and didn't touch any dirty pavement. So I learned my lesson never wear new shoes out when you have to walk any distance.
Needless to say I won't be going back to the IVY!