Isn’t It Ironic
I can’t help but hear Alanis Morissette singing to me after experiencing irony myself over the weekend. My song is a little different though, it goes like this…
After attending an awesome CEO conference in the back woods of Minnesota, I headed south to Saint Paul to visit with my sister, Kelly. Work has been crazy with no light at the end of the tunnel for more weeks than I would like to admit, so shopping was the absolute most necessary outlet for me. Kelly obliged … off to tax-free shopping.
First stop, 50th and France. If you have visited Minneapolis, you know what I am talking about. I picked up a yellow cropped jacket (I know, it’s a weakness) and a vintage-inspired cream top. (Kell got the same top, too!) Then off to boot shopping. Not shoe shopping, just boots. I was definitely on a mission, after all, it’s been 2 or 3 years since I have bought a pair of boots.
Second stop, Southdale Shopping Center. We entered through Macy’s…and quickly made a B-line for the shoe department. As luck would have it, boots galore! I truly had a blast. I picked out a tall pair of (can’t remember the brand name because I never came across them before) boots in black with a rounded toe and the coolest angled heel ever. Second pair, Elie Tahari boots a little shorter, in black of course, with a fold over and a very interesting medallion on the side. Third pair (if you read Shoo Shoo Foo Foo, then you know all shoe buying comes in threes), Cole Haan below-the-calf, but not quite bootie, boots in black with the most killer hidden platform under the toe but stilletto heel. And what’s more fabulous than saving over $100 on my purchase? Totally justifiable.
So, went back to Kell’s for a glass of wine before we headed to dinner with her new beau…I mean, friend…I mean - well, what do you want me to call him? Off to a fabulous dinner at Il Vesco Vino. Then while chatting, walking and opening up the exit door, ker plunk! I fell right out of the door. Who in the world put that step there, seriously…was it really there upon entering the restaurant? I sprained both ankles, one severely. Ouch! I remember laying there curled over for a bit, simply because I could not move my feet. And I hope I did not offend the three restaurant employees with my hiked rear in the air. Finally, I turned over and was helped up and out. Although there was more drama to report at my sister’s house, I will not go there simply because I can’t legitimately tie it to this story 
Next morning, right ankle scratched, the other unrecognizable, Kelly and beau/friend (oh, that’s kind of cute how that worked) helped me to the airport and insisted I be carted off in a wheelchair. Lovely. But honestly, thank goodness for those carts (I ditched the wheelchair once I got passed security and opted for the community cart). I don’t think I could have managed otherwise. Once I landed and got home, with the help of my wonderful, but this-incident-has-alcohol-written-all-over-it husband, I slept for an hour and then headed to urgent care. Air cast and crutches later, here I am.
Remember those fabulous boots? What good are they now! Isn’t it ironic?
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No Way!!!!! I am so sorry. I have always busted my ankles due to soccer and they are no fun. Dagnabbit! The boots are in a size six, right? Just kidding. Sidenote: My friend Maria finally subscribed and she absolutely loves your sight.
Catherine,
You have such a great attitude and a fun way of reporting a bad ending to a good trip. I hope you are feeling better day by day. We are not “old” by a far stretch but falling just isn’t as painless as I remember. I went ice skating with my girls over the weekend and wiped out and hurt my wrist.
So sorry to hear about your fall, although it certainly made for a great blog
This is the LAUGH of my day…Gosh—you are so FAB in your descriptions. Sorry about the sprains…….oh dear. But some things are WORTH it!!!! The boots sound great!
[trackback: wrote an interesting post today, I was definitely on a mission, after all, it’s been 2 or 3 years since I have bought a pair of boots. Second stop, Southdale Shopping Center. We entered through Macy’s…and quickly made a B-line for the shoe department.]