To start the night off, I headed out solo to Brooklyn to meet up with Vin and the gang at Chris Rubino's house's party. (Hey, look at the dork riding the subway all by himself on New Year's.)
By the time we left the pub, the shoe store that we were going to stop at on the way back to Grant's parents house was closed. Mr. Stoddard offered to lend both Chris and I pairs of his dress shoes so that we'd be able to get into the club with everyone else later that night. This worked out well for Chris, who like Brad wears a size 9, but didn't work out so hot for my size 12 tootsies. Check out the side by side comparison - I had to keep my toes curled to walk in them.
Afterwards, we emptied our shoes, got some ice cream in the nearby town and then hopped in the car to head back to Rethymnon. I don't have any pics of the ride home, but we ended up getting totally and hopelessly lost on the way back to the highway. We got stuck on lightless mountain roads and almost drove off a cliff when we tried to make a u-turn.
Hey look! NEW SHOES! Some of you are probably all like, "Yeah, so what?" But those of you that know me know that I've been wearing the same ratty-ass pair of of Rod Lavers that I bought near the end of my senior year in high school (in, um, 1994). Nine years later, the finally crapped out when the sole of the right shoe pretty much fell off. So what did I get? That's right, the same exact pair of sneakers.
In true "ecclectic poet" fashion, Bibbins repesented with these classic shoes. (Which, incidentally, are the same pair that Cousin Eddie gave to Clark W. Griswold in the first Vacation movie. Anyone with me on that one?).
