No good story ever started with ‘while I was eating a salad’… True.

Well-behaved women rarely make history. True.

Great things never come from comfort shoes.

Crocs will never make any head lines, turn heads or get noticed except for being unattractive. Ok, not sure if this is universally true of just my truth.

But when recounting my most outrageous adventures, I can always remember the shoes I was wearing. It might be because I’m into shoes and this detail sticks with me, or maybe the shoes had a super power that advanced the adventure and mere commonplace shoes do not have this clout?

These gold beauties recently crashed a wedding. I don’t like to think of myself as an uninvited guest that is rude intrusive behavior. So we will go with I was a ‘surprise guest’ or maybe ‘bonus invitee’. Yes bonus celebrator on couple X’s special day. I never learned the names of the newlyweds. But I did toast to their happiness – cause if you’re going to crash a wedding, by all means immerse your self completely. Don’t hold back. The reluctant timid party crasher just doesn’t seem fitting.

I will confess I did not start my day with a to do list that included invading a private event. I did however plan to meet a friend for dinner in a swanky joint in Newport Beach. I arrived a bit early and took a seat in the lounge to wait. I could see the wedding reception in full force from my vantage point. Sitting alone enjoying a beautiful view of the Pacific and a few minutes of relaxing clam was not a bad was to spend part of a Saturday evening.  Two groomsmen in tuxes sauntered up to the bar area ordered drinks then turned to look out and then spotted me. Sharped dressed men are always attractive, so my view just became even better. They asked me why I wasn’t seating outside with the rest of the attendees. I told them I was waiting for a friend. Then one of them said while I was waiting in should dance with him. I politely declined his offer and they returned to the celebration.

A few minutes later he returned and this time was more insistent that I join him on the dance floor. He was stag at a wedding and really just wanted to dance. I have always believed that if you are asked to dance, barring creepiness or other similar factors you should accept. Dancing is more fun than watching people dance. So I joined the celebration. It was a very fun reception, truly a joyous event. I never did meet the bride and groom, but they looked as if they were very much in love and having a blast at their party. So to them—cheers. And to this pair of shoes- well done. I’m pretty sure it was the shoes that propelled me into this party.

Laura