A Girl's Night Out?
I was having lunch with a couple of my friends yesterday. They noticed my depressed mood and decided to do something about it. People who know me well know that when I am depressed I tend to retreat into a shell and need to be prodded out. Thus, they are going to take me out for an elegant evening of food, drink, and dancing. I have been instructed to dress in my finery with strict orders of what to wear (something similar to the above). One of the items being high heeled shoes.
Now, keep in mind I am nursing two foot injuries and a possible bruised rib. I am not sure if my friends will end up cheering me up or debilitating me.