The night was great and the company was awesome. Started off at Il Lido with a couple of friends for a party, where jewel-tone cocktails were a-flowing, easing the initial awkwardness of being in an unfamiliar setting.
Still, I couldn't wait to continue the night over at Beat with the Emoticons. By then, my feet were crying bloody murder from the 3-inch heels I was wearing. I've become so used to going everywhere in my Havaianas, so anything other than flats now border on agony.
Now then, what is one do? Go barefoot! (of course.) Normally I balk at equations involving bare feet and filthy floors, but it was the lesser of two evils, and insobriety has a way of lowering your standards.
[edit: photos!]
