Last night I lost my phone. And quite possibly my shoes. I think I have to break up with vodka. It's not a healthy relationship. I do remember that I was running through the club (as you do on four inch heels) and, just as I got back to the table, I fell. Perhaps 'fell' is not an appropriate term for what I did because I was so graceful in doing so. I kind of dropped to the floor of the emptying club (maximum exposure), like a petal, and giggled.

Seriously, where the hell are my shoes?