Party feet

i walked back with my wedges dangling in one hand, sore feet numbed by the coldness of the pavement. it was strangely fulfilling, yet so hollow. I met the nice, the bad, the ugly, the notty, the weird. The amusing, the entertaining, the touchy, the crazy...everyone united under the common desire to partayy.

yeah, freshers has kicked off. this is just the beginning. feet woes will continue. i need a foot rub.