These shoes were made for graduating

Bubba is steadily improving--I'm touched by your interest in him. And seriously thankful for health insurance, because look:

So besides spending the night in the hospital, guess what else I did? I turned 35! And guess what else I did? I graduated!

I had a great seat, up front in the insecure over-educated section. Our speaker, Quincy Jones, with my very own camera:

But the funnest part, besides walking across the stage and talking with the woman next to me who did her dissertation on prostitutes in Russian literature, was take pictures of shoes. The university lets all, every last one, of its many thousands of undergraduates walk across the stage. Quincy and Russian prostitute experts can only amuse one for so much of that looooong procession, especially since Jeff was not getting my "Does it look like it's almost over yet?" text messages because everyone else was clogging up the airwaves with theirs.

So--here's some shoe photos. And I'm so not a shoe person. I even famously (in certain circles) once said, to much ridicule, that I wish that I only needed one pair of shoes. But this was interesting--and almost makes me understand shoe people. Maybe I'll go back to school and write a dissertation on the sociology of shoes.

Those last ones? The most like mine.
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