Like a Sex Aide, Only I spend More Money on Them

There has been discussion of my shoes here. There has been discussion of my shoes elsewhere. There have been questions regarding the effect of my shoes on my sex life. I have shared a poem and a sentimental tale of a gift given to me. I have shared a story written from me to a love of mine. I have even told a story of appearing in court without panties. I mean, hell, I've practically gone to third base with all of you at this point. So, I figure, you might as well meet some of my shoes. Now look, I have a big shoe closet, (okay, three, actually, yeah, it's true, three closets of shoes, not counting the ones stored carefully in one of those nifty little boxes that slides under the bed) so, I will take it easy on you. Not as if I'm just going to drag ya'll down to Munfordville for a big ol' family reunion. No, I will babystep it for you. Just a few, not even playing favorites. Just a random sampling.






I met these beauties last spring, we dated, walked along the streets of downtown Louisville, became friends. It's a casual relationship, but we always enjoy ourselves when we are together. Say hello to the nice people.












These girls are so lovely, they deserve two views. Sadly, looking at these views, it still just doesn't do them justice. Their gorgeous salmon color and seductive, choker collar effect above the ankle just doesn't come across in the photos. Going to have to take my word for it. H-O-T




I will just let these badass mother fucking shoes speak for themselves.











Oh yes, we met and fell in love at Derby '08 and have never looked back. Ours has been a fairytale romance of dinners, wine and dancing. Special times we have shared, you hold a special place in my heart and on my padded shoe rack.




















Sassy, right? The color alone is just begging for spring to come back, as am I. Hello??!!
















Oh come on, let's face it, these shoes are begging for a good night of "Detective Novel Role Play"





The dame walked in, looking like her sweater and that lipstick were made of the same wine I took a bath in last night, and now my head was swimming in it again...........





"brownchickenbrowncow" *props to Karlis*




So, now you have had a few preliminary introductions. Nothing too formal or fancy. I didn't break out any of the boots. Can you spot the designers in there? There are two pairs. Bonus points if you can spot which pairs of shoes and tell which designers they are.........

So Now I know Why They Call It NashVegas

Day(and night)2 in Nashville was a whole different kind of adventure. Starting with the purchase of my supersweetsexy new comefuckme shoes.


You like? Yeah, me too. Un-fucking-fortunately in the nastiness of leaving the hotel this morning, or maybe during the whatever of last night, they got pushed under the bed last night and left in my room at the hotel. Hope the cleaning staff didn't wear the same size I do. Called and left message for the manager this evening when I returned home. Hoping they will be returned and I will have my new loves shipped to me and back in my possession by mid-week.

First things first, Nude Karaoke, which we intended as a spectator sport, thank you very much, Elly, was a bit of false advertising, fuckers. Apparently, this is what really bad strip clubs stoop to in order to entice patrons inside their establishments. Mindful that I am somewhat judgemental (similar to Beavis and Butthead being somewhat immature) I will give you the exact words of one of the gentlemen who was with us "Alright, if this is what the strippers look like, the karaoke better be REALLY fucking good!!". hehehe When 50 year old men are that choosy about the naked 20 something's they are looking at, I feel pretty justified in my criticisms. Let's just say that it is hard to understand how a girl can spend much time dancing and still be in such poor physical condition. EEK! Kudos for the confidence to do so naked, though.

Speaking of confidence, I earned my Shutup and Dance t-shirt at Coyote Ugly's on 2nd Street


You guessed it, the back says "I danced on the bar at Coyote Ugly in Nashville" Love of my life said no dancing on the bar, no shirt, so, I earned my shirt. *sigh* It's a tough life I lead.

Speaking of tough life, check out these delicious little morsels I befriended at Tootsie's Orchid Lounge. Not a pair of Wranglers or cowboy hat in the bunch. We love these boys!!!! They were fabulous fun..not too hard to look at either.........


On the other hand, I think we had one of those horrible, "Larry the Cable Guy" wanna be sightings


Could you possibly have a lower dream in life. I want to be just like that there Larry the cable guy. He's cool. What the fuck? I had an overwhelming urge to run my heel into his "family jewels" just to ensure that the ignorance would end there!!! Fucking rednecks.

I was angry very little, amused a whole lot, now I'm home and will have tons to rant about tomorrow. Promise, after all, I have boots to track down and hotel staff to suck up to in order to get them.