what to wear

My date, M, is coming in from Boston.  We have already spent hours on the phone discussing wardrobe.  Around 11 she calls, “I’m leaving now.  I’ve narrowed it down to three outfits that I’m bringing.”  I think she started with seven. 

I go through my closet and pick out the possibilities.  Four different black dresses and one print one.

I also have three possible tops, as the temperature tonight is supposed to be in the 60’s.  A lacy black dress coat (3/4 length sleeves). A sheer black wrap, or a black sheer bolero thing.  Determining which dress I will wear will determine what goes over it.

I get advice from some friends.  One writes:

(If you are going with a plain black dress), then excess arise (sic) the hell out of it maybe your hair up and fabulous shoes

Another suggests:

For tonight, forget the cape, wear a black dress (tight is nice) and great jewelry.  Think "own the room" and be SEXY. Splurge on getting hair done professionally.  HAVE FUN!!!!  Wear the highest shoes you can without killing yourself — and splurge on TAXIS!!!!

I have great high-heeled black Louboutins that rarely come out of my closet, and they won’t tonight either.  They are only good for an event where I am never standing or walking.  Can’t even imagine what that would be.

Nonetheless, a friend writes:

Okay crazy. What is the point of the louboutin shoes if they are just sitting in your closet??? Put them on uncomfortable and look gorgeous.

Despite the advice, I opt for the least uncomfortable heeled shoes I have…a pair of kitten-heeled Manolo’s in a leopard print. 

I consider getting my hair blown out, and go as far as calling the place where I have a Groupon.  Unfortunately they are booked all day, and I don’t want to spend any money on my hair, having just had it colored and cut last week.

I had a manicure on Monday so my nails are good enough.

But then...

Around noon, having cleaned my apartment, I am on my way out to Agata's.  A heavy door slams on my toe.  The pain almost knocks me to the ground.  My big toe swells and some polish gets scraped off.  

I don't think it's broken but it is badly bruised.  I could lose the nail. Walking is hard, but 
I no longer have a shoe dilemma.  

Open-toed sandals win by default.