Hiking in Heels

I went upstate this weekend for Gavin's birthday. It was very nature-y and not good for four-inch heels.

We had a GPS thing, plus navigation on my phone, and a giant map.

But we still got lost. For hours. It was a pretty drive though.

Finally, we arrived. Everyone was asked (ordered?) to wear white. It proved to be a difficult look, stains-wise.

I thought Gavin had the most demonic eyes in the group, until I zoomed in and realized that they were just melting from Derrick's armpit.

Smoke machine:

Subsequent dance party:

(The smoke machine had to be moved to outside because it smelled like it could get you high or give you cancer, which actually didn't bother me, since I get high and risk cancer frequently, and usually have to pay to pay to do so.)

Nature:

I was pretty Jesus juiced-up at this point, and didn't even realize Emily was in this picture until days later when I was uploading photos while stoned. I laughed and laughed. I'm still laughing but it's more like LIMH instead of LOL.

I cannot express how utterly shocked I am that I was able to operate the timer in my condition. I can barely work my camera while sober.

Sobes:

Not sobes:

This is where the sailor hat came from:

More dance party:

Tip: For an MJ rock block (let's face it, we're all doing it), "Blame it on the Boogie" will get people going.

"Billie Jean" will make them stop.

And be careful with "Off the Wall."

The next day we had brunch on the river before driving back to the city.

On the way back, we stopped at a roadside flower stand. They were selling the Iland [sic] Man.

On the drive home, I kept feeling something flopping on my legs. I thought it was the flap of the atlas. But it turned out it was a fucking frog. I completely lost my shit and screamed and flailed around until we pulled over. He was just a little baby, though. I guess he's kinda cute, but I still didn't want to touch him. We got a shovel thing out of the trunk to transport him. It wasn't safe in there anyway for him. There's broken glass from the last time the radio was stolen.

You can tell he's been hanging out with me because he has cigarette ash on his head.

Comments

[Lia]

Dude, this looks like so much fun! And the ashy frog, sweet!

Love your fiance's shirt. Too bad it's not Edie in his arms.

[Skawt]

I have to admire the bravery of all people at that party considering the white outfit deal. I couldn't handle that, but that's also because I have a reputation for being a spill queen.

Also, the four-inch heels reminds me of when I was ghost hunting in my platform boots and almost twisted my ankle running away.

[Mia]

I love these picture posts - especially when the pictures are of people as good looking as this crowd.

[Colleen]

My favorite part about your hiking in heels is that you are not only hiking, but also smoking a cigarette and holding a red solo cup. Props!

[Meg]

Sounds like a good time...also makes me wonder if my parents ever had crazy times like this when I was an unaware little kid.

[J]

just wanted to mention how i love the fact that you hang out with gavin because via reading your blog i have gotten the chance to see that even a dude who made a career out of making fun of other people in the most wickedly (and hilariously) judgmental fashion has parties that look as completely fun and drunk and sweaty and embarrassing and silly as any other person. this party looks like it was awesome. it makes me pretty happy to see this.

[bobby-rolanda]

heels in the woods is very mariah carey-like

[Danielle Marie]

I f-ing love you Tracie! Fuck nature! They can't stop four inch heels!

[vibeke]

Yes -never let them stop you wearing heels! I wear mine on every occation:D

[Liza]

Love the image on top of your blog.

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you are a living anti-anti-smoking ad because your skin is beyond gorgeous.

[Emily]

Is your fiance walking on water in that one picture? Are you marrying the second coming of Christ our Lord? Actually, if you were it would be all kinds of awesome.