From hooker heals to boat shoes...

My brother graduated last night and while I'm proud of him and excited to see what he does next in his life. His graduation was...well...another high school graduation. Special for me when his picture was on the screen during the photo montage thingy and when they called his name. Other than those times, I sang 2nd trombone part to the band's music and watched the shoes that walked across the stage.

When I graduated, we wore white gowns and the girls had to wear white shoes. They were not cute. It was something like a little girls Easter shoes on crack. Bubby graduated in a maroon gown which meant black shoes. Now let me tell you...some girls were rocking "Saturday Night Shoes" You know, the ones that are so HOTT and so sexy and so incredibly uncomfortable that you only break them out on Saturday night when you know you're going to be too drunk to feel the pain in an hour anyway. Those kinds of shoes. I was in heaven. I felt like I should be shopping with these girls. Then there were the sensible black pumps. Very collegiate and grown up. A little too grown up even for me. (Yes, I refuse to grow up...deal with it.) Then there were the flats. Flats are not flattering. Not at all. Those girls need to take a lesson and at least go with a cute loafer w/ a little bit of a heel. There were strappy sandals, chunky sandals, lace up your leg sandals, and heels so high I thought only strippers wore them (OK, I DO own 2 pairs of those, but I'm not stripper. I'm also not in high school).

My own black shoes were cute. They rivaled the Saturday Night Shoes but were comfy.

My ex-husbands new wife (who had a son graduate last night - yes, that means should could be MY mom's age - he was only 4 years older than me...you do the math) was wearing brown loafers (worn out boat shoe looking things) with an all black ensemble. Made me feel fabulous. Especially since I somehow ended up the background of the majority of their pictures. In my defense, I didn't realize it until my sister pointed it out AND I was standing where I was first. My ex chose the location. I can't help it if he was looking for a little something to brighten up the pictures. For the record, he and I are cordial and I'm honestly happy for him - as long as he is genuinly happy and finding his way in life. I just never thought it'd involve a woman other than his mother wearing worn out boat shoes and patting his ass.