Monday, October 24, 2005

Float like a butterfly, drop like a rock

So today I'm walking west on 51st Street when out of nowhere, I sorta fall drunkenly off my shoes, barely managing to catch myself without full-on faceplanting on the sidewalk. Takes me a second, but I get going again, and even manage to shut out the snarky comment made by the street vendor who witnessed.

Two problems with this:

1. For once, I was sober.
2. I'm wearing flats.

Sometimes I'm so cool, I intimidate myself.

8 Comments:

Anonymous Big Dan said...

Sorry you almost took a diiger, wicked hahdcore. Though I AM pretty sure your face wouldn't have hit the ground, it's all about the cans.

5:12 PM  
Anonymous Big Dan said...

DIGGER, I meant digger. God, do I suck at life.

5:12 PM  
Blogger Sangroncito said...

You be tripping, girlfriend!

11:02 AM  
Blogger supermom said...

Isn't it funny how when you trip, you always turn around to see what you tripped on? That's when you realize you have become someone else's comic relief....

1:15 PM  
Blogger GayProf said...

You aren't alone -- I always trip when I where flats too. And don't even get my started about trying to walk in my six-inch spikes!

1:24 PM  
Blogger GlitterGlamGirl05 said...

I do that all the time and have no rhyme or reason why.

2:21 PM  
Blogger Anna said...

The most dangerous shoes I have, by far, are my Reef flip-flops. Or any flip-flops, really. For some reason, I always always always trip when wearing them.

Oddly, I have no trouble walking in my 4 inch stilettos. (Other than getting the heels stuck in sidewald grates.)

3:12 PM  
Blogger cube said...

Sorry to hear. Maybe it's an inner ear disorder?

12:42 PM  

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