The Things You Forget

Someone else forgot these, not me. 

I haven't worn heels since the Great Stockbridge Stiletto Disco-Dance-Off Debacle of '95*.

It was Friday and very welcome it was too.

G & I met in town, chatted for a bit and then went to look at the Wilhelmstrassefest. 

The Fest was, as it always is, full of people trying too hard to have a good time. 

But. The weather was good and there was a nice cold glass of Sekt to enjoy.  Forget the week that's gone, let's get on with the weekend.

* Just to be clear, I haven't ever worn heels, that was a joke.