I was prepared for long. I was prepared for boring. I was prepared for uncomfortable. I was NOT prepared for long, boring, and uncomfortable while on my feet.
It was the first Greek Orthodox wedding for me so I had no idea what to expect. I certainly was not aware that we would be standing for 55 minutes when I purchased the very cute, very strappy, very tall gold stilettos.
“Lord, have mercy”, the priest sang.
“Lord, have mercy”, bandick pleaded silently.
I hobbled my way out of the ceremony and into the sweltering heat, which certainly was a contributing factor to the swollen misfortune that was my feet, and met his entire family. Cousins, aunts, uncles, in-laws, out-laws, and friends of friends.
“Please, sweetie, we have to find me different shoes. Three more steps in these and people will think I have the stigmata.”
After trying, very unsuccessfully (including an unfortunate venture into Dress Barn), to locate replacement shoes we drove the 30 minutes back to the hotel so that I could change into Plan B Outfit which included much more simple, sensible shoes.
It was the only snafu of the event. Bad shoes.
He has a lovely family and they were all very nice………
And his brother kissed me on the lips but that’s a story for another day.