Okay, so a couple weeks ago we went to a friend's wedding. Gorgeous. Perfect. Stunning wedding. It was held in the fancy backyard of a large Kaysville, UT home. Waterfalls, booze, dancing, BBQ. Completely dreamy.
But I wore heels. And backyards mean lots o lots o grass. Do I even have to finish the story?
We were doing great the entire night. Chris and I even slow danced. I even had 3 glasses of wine. The night was looking promising. Would this perhaps be one of those rare, accident-free moments? Could I just relax and be proud of myself for rockin those 4-inch stilettos? Perhaps I'd matured into a poised woman. Maybe embarking upon marriage brought non-frazzled, non-clumsy girl to the surface.
Um, no.
On the way out those damn heels (like they always do) let me down. This tumble was special, though. I fell in a slow, almost graceful manner. Foot roll. Then knees. Then hands. {At this point I'm just sitting there in a dog-crawl stance.}
Chris laughed. I laughed. He helped me up and that was that. Until we got to the grassy curb where the car was parked. BOOYAH. Two in one night. This may be a record for me. Two, 100% feet-swept-out-from-under-me falls in a matter of 1 minute.
image cred: http://karaandgroomzilla.blogspot.com/
Everyone has had their heel stuck in the grass before, ask Jill. We were getting in the car at Byron's house she was holding Marlee trying to put her in the car seat, she took a step back or at least tried to. Needless to say she landed on her butt in the wet grass her shoe stuck 2 inches down and managed to not drop the kid. We laughed so hard. You are clumsy though :)
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