So, yesterday was amazing. Emily and I got super cheap mani/pedis (just $16 total for each of us!), had our makeup done so we’d look really hot, and wore our fancy dresses. Oh, plus there was that whole thing of making videos from the Memphis viewing party, Memphis winning the Tony for Best New Musical, and getting to interview the amazing cast members of the show at the after party. That was pretty sweet as well. But you know what wasn’t all that sweet? Wearing high heels. Oh, man, and mine were only about three inches high. I seriously do not know how women wear these things all the time. If being famous is going to mean wearing crazy heels all the time, I may have to reconsider these life choices.

The thing is, I really do love heels. I love shoes of all kinds, and I own quite a few pairs. Unfortunately, I don’t wear them all that often because they’re kind of unbearable. I have ridiculously weak ankles, which give out on me in sneakers and flats for no reason all the time. Those ankles + three inch heels = bad news bears. Last night, though, I seem to have mastered that problem. I just have to walk slowly and take shorter strides. Wearing heels forced me to be a dainty lady! Finally my mother will be happy. Too bad Stacy London lied in her commercials and the Dr. Scholl’s inserts For Her I bought didn’t prevent my feet from killing me after nine hours in heels. Yeah, I took them off and was standing on the wet, dirty outdoor rooftop of the Empire Hotel in between interviews. I’m not ashamed of that. I can’t be a lady all the time.

Ugh. Like all women before me, however, I may have to suck it up and suffer for my beauty because damn if I didn’t look good. Spanx, heels, and all, not to mention peeling off the false eyelashes at 5:00am, it was worth it. I mean, when you’re at the hottest party of the theatre season, you have to play the part. Seriously, how amazing to have Broadway producers thanking Emily and I for our support, when they’re the reason there’s a show in the first place. Not to mention one producer in an amazing designer suit telling us he was “obsessed” with our YouTube videos. Say what?! I guess I’ll just have to walk around my apartment in heels to strenghten my ankles and numb my feet to the pain. It looks like I’m going places.