After a fun but uneventful night out, it was time to head home for the after-party, where we would unwind, relax, and raid the refrigerator. This night was particularly entertaining, since I finally won a bet against Wetshoe and some friends. It was about time they felt the wrath of the “fountain”.
To my delight, it was an unusually cold night so I knew the water would be merciless. As we arrived, I demanded everyone exit the car and jump into the frigid spring. As part of the agreement, Wetshoe was to be completely immersed in the pond. He plunged waist deep into the fountain, sending ripples through the water, but refused to go any further. Determined to make him suffer, I willfully entered the freezing water in my heels and dress. I instantly felt the numbing liquid saturate my shoes and crawl up my legs and thigh. Shivering, I cautiously cut through the water and moved towards him. I attempted to restrain and push him into the water. But the bottom of the fountain was so slimy and slick, that my stiletto heel slipped, causing me to lose my balance. Everything seemed to move in slow motion, but I knew the result of my carelessness was inevitable. With a show worthy splash, I felt my body fall backwards, submerging me into the fountain.
In my haste, I ended up getting drenched, ruining my dress and pumps. I walked home in shame as the water continued to flow out of my shoes, leaving a trail of puddles across the lobby and elevator.
Once at home, everyone laughed, as I painstakingly tried to dry myself and my heels off.
This is yet another victory for Wetshoe and now I must scheme to get them all back…..