I’m doing some banquet bartending last night for the Black & Blue Ball, honoring cops from around the state of Iowa. I worked it the previous year, and it was a really good experience, and most importantly, a profitable night.
Last night turned out to be another successful event. The people in attendance were respectful, and generous. Cops, wives, friends and families of cops. The saddest story of the night was told by a spouse of a cop who was killed in the line of duty. Seeing him get up to speak was heartwrenching. I really respected how he got up, and let it all hang out, telling stories about his deceased wife, and the moments with her that made him joyful. I can’t imagine the pain the guy went thru. Makes you want to hug your wife and kids even stronger.
Near the end of the night, people are getting their groove on. Always hilarious watching white people dancing. It’s awkward, but they looked like they were having fun, and that’s all that matters. A lot of the ladies, by around 11pm, were walking around barefoot, their high heels left at their table, or carried around by their fingertips. I wonder when is the appropriate time for a woman to get out of those heels at a party. Is it after the third drink? The fourth? I sure as hell don’t blame them. How you ladies walk around in those heels on a daily basis is impressive. It’s like you’re stilt walkers, from home, to office, to party, to home. My feet at the end of the night were sore from standing 10 hours in comfortable tennis shoes. I can’t imagine yours.
I think there should be a holiday every year where MEN have to wear heels. Just so we could literally “put ourselves in their shoes.” I think men would get a new understanding, and respect, for women on what they put themselves thru for fashion. And wouldn’t it be hilarious to watch all these guys try to get around wearing high heels. Make it in the winter time, where there’s ice, and make it extra-challenging for them.