how did i become "that" girl?

okay, i'm pretty sure i'm still not "that" girl.  but... i went out tonight, in a fancy orange party dress and shoes that i think are amazing.  who has been following?  busted foot + heels = not the best idea i've ever had.  in my defense the shoes did meet the requirement of not putting pressure on the top of my foot... i used my dad's old cane and hobbled through downtown chicago and had a decent good time.

and i looked GOOD.

but now my foot does not look so good, nor does it feel that way.  lame.  literally.