Hong Kong in Heels

My feet hurt. I walk significantly shorter distances in Hong Kong so I convinced myself to torture my feet almost every day with heels. I am a flat shoe kind of girl. All sorts of cute shoes came into my life recently from scouring clearance racks and heels have taken over my shoe collection. Last night I was out for dinner and miscelaneous fun in LKF. The feet were fine at Azure on top of LKF Hotel. I got hit in the face with exhaustion while everyone danced around me. The EuroCup games take place at a rediculous hour in the Asian time zones. I woke up at 4am to catch the end of the Germany/Spain game that morning and was paying for it. The hour was almost completely unreasonable to wake up at, Germany played hard but lost the game and I was out late: all three of those factors felt obscene in my head at midnight. Had Germany won the game, I think I would have felt less tired! Ha! Anyway, we went across the street to a club and I almost went home at that point. But, W. grabbed me to have me at least get a stamp on my hand and then I could take off if I wanted to and still be able to come back. Well, with a stamp already on my hand and the Q. standing at coat check, I ended up in the club. It was the July 1 holiday the next day so we drank (straight from the bottle/service) and danced until the Queen and I escaped around 3am. We walked down the street to find an ATM and my feet were killing me. The slight wedge heel held up all day, but wasn't being friendly anymore. I think an apology is in order. I am sorry for torturing you- my feet- but you did look really cute.