kickin it at the chaminade

ok so let me just explain exactly what im doing here in Santa Cruz, my ass getting paid to hang out in a fancy hotel with hiking trails and a pool outside of Santa Cruz and kick it with four slightly odd, very smart, giggly and bookish 13yr old girls...its like a four day slumber party. im stoked. we got here yesterday but were all too sleepy to deal with the trip to the boardwalk. so really today feels like our first day. we got some greasy fried food and giant sodas on the boardwalk then i made myself scarce looking for a bookstore while the girls rode the tummy tossing rides..had a nice walk into the downtown area and while still searching for bookstore i found myself beckoned by the shiny glint of sparkly sandal shoes. now i know that i was unable to tell the tale of the terrible poncho or the preceding tale of the godawful neverending paper or about how sleep deprived and fuckedup like death warmed over i felt as i stumbled drunkenly toward the cheetah birthday party that i couldnt possibly miss, even though i puked up the red wine i had drunk to get into the spirit into the gutter on the way, and had to stop to buy pepto, and had only just finished yet another edit on the insanely neverending paper, and still had to get up at 8am the next day to turn that fucker in... when i walked in to the beauty bar feeling not so very beauteous..and promply complimented some girl cheets works with on her sparkly shoes and asked where she got them.. to which this bitch tossed her thick hair and said oh i have lots, from different places, i got some of them in India. so im thinking note to self, do not speak to snotty chick again. anyway that was the poncho horror night which i will not go into detail about...so heres the point of my digression....here i am in santa cruz kid free and kickin up my heels so to speak..i mean the weather is warm and im wearing a saucy tank and shorts and my ass look real good in these. i literally had to beat dudes back up off of me,saying thanks but i got a man and, yeah im having a good time just walking on my own thanks though and nice to meet you and whatever.. when i happen upon a darling shoe boutique chock full of sparkly slippers....and did i mention yet CHEAP????? i mean relative to san fran of course and in that case nearly everyting is...so im just wide eyed and dazzled looking around at green, pink, purple, gold,black, some with full back, some no back, soft faux suede, and strangely braided strawlike soles....sparkly slippers, flats, flip flops, espadrilles, and heels....i wander for a bit and then find myself drawn to a pair of backless slip ons with tiny heels, in a pale, pale bronze with soft suede inserts and notice to my delight that they are:
1. my size
2. marked 50% off
3. the very last pair.
so there
and fuck you mean hair flipping scene makin trash talkin on the street interrogating folks you dont even know and were already mean to the night before about why they wearing the stupid poncho you gave somebody else, my sparkly shoes are soooooooooooooo much cuter than yours!!!! it was indeed a beautiful day.