White Pants and Wedges

“We stood at the caviar and vodka bar (note: there was a caviar and vodka bar), unable to stop our jaws from migrating to the floor: A foxy brunette in a mink vest; a blonde in aqua sequins. The men were meh, the men were button-down whatever, but the women, lord have mercy. My eyes stayed glued to one of the hostesses, a 5’10” glamazon in a dress so clingy and short it made me wonder how straight men get anything done, ever. Beside us was a woman in a cocktail dress, who also happened to be on crutches. She had a cast on one foot and a high heel on the other.”
 — The excellent Sarah Hepola has a new column! Guess which city.