I chose a very sensible, dressy, black satin, peek-a-boo pair of heels. You can't tell from the photo, but they are criss-cross pleated. Now, I have reason to buy a new dress.
These heels bring to mind something that happened twenty-five years ago when hubby and I were dating. We were at a dance with several friends. Also in attendance was my former boyfriend and his lady friend. It was another of my Lucy Ricardo moments.
Bill had taught me how to jitterbug, and I admit it, I was trying to impress my old flame. Discreetly, I'd glance over and catch him watching me boogie like a pro. I was showing off, swishing and swaying and moving to the groove with Bill. When I spun, somehow I got my high heel caught in the hem of my long dress. I went down to the floor in slow motion and landed on my knee. At least it wasn't a face plant or butt thud. Wide-eyed, both of us (not Bill) made direct eye contact with one another. It was one of those moments when time stands still, and not in a good way. I was never so embarrassed. I dislodged my shoe and smiled at the "heel."
I am hoping that I don't trip going on stage. I'm about forty pounds heavier than I was back then, and I'm sure I'd rock the auditorium. Break a leg could take on a literal meaning.
May 11th is the event and tickets are still available. Fifty percent goes to charity.