Vegas Night Hall of Fame

Lone Shoe No Fairytale

My vegas night was in the Marina district of San Fran. I had borrowed a pair of my friend’s shoes that matched my outfit perfectly. The night was a blur but needless to say a great night was had by all. I woke the next morning to find that I had one dirty foot. Somewhere on a SF street lay one of my friend’s shoes. By the state of my foot the missing shoe must have parted my company early in the night. How I must have looked that night oblivious to the fact that I was only wearing one shoe.