Yesterday, I ran through a train station in four inch heels.
Is it just me, or is there something about that sentence that brings to mind black & white images of Bogart & Bacall, Casablanca style. Here's lookin' at you kid. In my head, I would be wearing a fedora. And a fur lined trench coat. There would be steam inexplicably rolling down the platform, and I would carry one single steamer hat box with travel stickers on it from Morocco.
I would not be out of breath.
I would definitely not swear that I was having a heart attack, as I clutched my chest and told 'Lizabeth I was coming to join her.
And as I climbed the seventeen (give or take fifteen) flights of stairs to dash through the train doors at the last minute, I would lope like a gazelle and land like a ballerina with each passing step. All without a hair out of place.
And yet, as one facebook friend (thank you Nichole!!) so perfectly put it.....I have the funniest feeling that what I actually looked like was something more like this....
But what can I say, I'm a romantic. So, two hours later, once I was certain my heart wasn't going to explode and I finally stopped sweating....I had Justin grab this quick shot of me in Grand Central. So that one day I can totally lie to our grandkids and tell them that when I ran in heels through train stations....it was always in black & white.
And with that, that brings us to another Friday roll call! Every so often, we like to have you guys sound off (sha-booya-booya style) so that we get a chance to know you better. I know some of you are brand new and some of you have been with us from the very beginning. Either way, jump in, introduce yo-selves, and be sure to leave a link so you can all get to know each other as well.