Actually, the last time I wore this winning combination, I woke up with a broken toe. I left the house vowing not to make the night a repetition of two years prior.
As soon as I got to Brie & Mark's place, Brie took one look at my outfit and told me, "Jess, you're not going to fall down any stairs, are you? I think those shoes are cursed." Then she handed me a glass, making me promise not to break it. It's always good to be pegged at the klutzy one at the house party.
Haha. Just joking. Don't get your panties in a knot. I've actually decided it's going to be a year of achievable resolutions, and recreational drug use is counter-productive to many of my actual resolutions.
Brie exchanged footwear for ultimate dancing comfort--something you can't get any with at a club.
Do I really look like this when I dance? I'm a little scared.