those who know me know that I'm not necessarily a fresh-bin fanatics, and even the daylight is not my best friend. in the last days has been my relationship to the morning and afternoon, but improved.
curse days since all of the wonderful weather. ... added for drivers now is not the best time, but that it now looks like the sky. everything seems like cotton luggage.
me yesterday the weather was then still undoing. I made all preparations for the evening: moulin rouge party in the champagne bar. Showering wear make-up and then .... the shoes. Absolutely not go ugly winter boots for tiny black, so had my super-sweet beige ankle booties ago. Luckily I got from a friend and so I saved me the walk through the slippery slush. the early morning, after many hours on the heels, I set out in impeccable way home to the party constitution, and considered prudent to take off the shoes, so I slip and fall on my knees no would open. So: As I said - done. I had not thought about it was that the sidewalk was scattered and my feet were subjected to a hardcore peeling. after three steps was then circuit and I went to give me back the heels to put on and take up the dangerous way home, as a true hero appeared.
a bulldozer pulled up beside me on the street and asked the nice driver if he can take me home. He was well-known footwear with the suffering and went immediately into action. thank hanapi! and because it always means: are big city where people all self-centered and lack the social component. Vienna's just quite different.
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