Christmas Party Conundrums

Why can't I ever get it right? Party One last week I wore a little (old) black number and new high heels. I really don't know why because I hate dresses and high heels. Friends wore sensible trousers and low shoes. Ended up freezing, uncomfortable and dancing barefoot. On to Party Two. Wore sensible trousers and low heels. Everyone wearing black leggin(g)s and Seventies Clash Coloured Tops. Mmmm... Had got all that in warderobe but never had guts to wear yet (ever since Ms Sunday Times declared that if you'd 'been there first time around don't go there the second' - well more of her another time...) Party Three I should have known better. 'James Bond' theme = long satin flowing shimmering and svelt doesn't it? Yes, I knew it - but was I REALLY going to spend £150 on something I hated just to 'fit in'? Answer of course : No. Serves me right. My trousers and boots (admittedly high-heeled) were at least warm - though dancing on the balls of your feet for 4 hours solidly is just crazy if you ask me. But of course, the rest of the female tribe seemed quite happy to suffer in silence - or may be it was the alcohol which numbs the pain. Mmmm - now there's a thought. UK's Lasses love the alcohol - perhaps here is the reason why.... Realised however that if i took off my boots to get into some serious dancing amongst all those stiletoed, gold plated straps and nail varnished feet then my green thick socks just weren't going to inspire.... So woke up this morning with cramp in my foot. I wonder why....