[4-2-12] I wore this out Saturday night, but had a friend photograph it on the same day as the post below. It has been a while since I went out, exercising my femininity as well my first time in a Spanish club. To know me is to know my disdain for wearing heels. To know me is to know that I hold the conviction that style equates comfort. Not that heels can not be comfortable, but in my overall experience, they're a small serving of Hell. These, however, are stupid comfortable. As far as my time at the Spanish club goes, pleased to admit it was a fine experience music-wise, but the drinks were terrible. Peace.