Once upon a time, the shoe on the left looked like the shoe on the right. But then it lived a little. It finished up sophomore year, which involved walking to class, occasionally going to the 9-0, being the sorority president and therefore attending countless fraternity/sorority dinners. It lived in La Jolla with Jenny for a month and then spent the summer in Sacramento. It went into junior year a little bit worse for wear, but overall good. It continued to walk back and forth to class. It turned 21 and 9-0 attendance increased dramatically. It also started making frequent appearances at Traddies. Summer came, and the shoe started to go on Shady Gold River trips and even visited Berkeley / San Francisco a couple times.
The left shoe went into its Senior Year determined to live it up. And it did. It continued to walk to Traddies and the 9-0, but now the 2-9 was added to the nights out adventures. It flew to Maryland to visit Paul two times. It would have been three, the the shoe decided February was too cold to travel. It spent a weekend in Vegas, although was never lucky enough to get into clubs. This was reserved for the more "dressy" shoes. It did take a starring role in a cruise down the Mexican Riveria though. Very exciting. The shoe still went to class Senior year, but by this time, that was old
One of the shoe's most notable adventures came when it was invited on the Senior Fountain Run. It was immersed in water, splashed with beer and covered in mud. This was a good shoe day. Eventually, the shoe graduated college and went out to celebrate on May 11 with the prettiest dress in the world. The shoe felt honored to be considered so comfortable and worthy of such an adventure.
The shoe was lucky enough to go to Europe after graduation. There it walked and walked, climbed hills, rested on bar stoles, tripped over cobblestones, rode on planes, trains, taxis, subways and buses. It made it through the night in Heathrow Airport.
Yes, the shoe lived a good life and is very much looking forward to retirement bliss. It heard prices are dropping on wonderful condominiums in San Diego, and since its first visit the shoe has always wanted to go back.