It was a lovely event. It was held at the Prindle Institute, which is beautiful, and Almost Home did a fantastic Italian buffet. The young ladies of the Psi Chapter of Omega Phi Beta Sorority did a wonderful job with the event.

I loved watching the young women come in dressed in their cocktail party attire. There were lots of little black dresses, as well as frocks in vibrant shades of green, yellow, red and teal.

The thing I really couldn't get over were the shoes most of the girls were wearing.

Now, I'm not the most graceful person to begin with, so I always have to wear wider heels, otherwise I would fall and break my neck. But the heels on the shoes these girls were wearing were something.

I stood behind a couple of them in the buffet line, looking at their shiny, pointy-toed black shoes with wicked high arches and heels that were -- I swear -- as thin as toothpicks. They had mastered walking in them, not wobbling even the slightest bit or acting like the shoes, which to me would have been devices of torture, hurt them a bit.

They chatted as they moved along the buffet line, filling their plates with spinach salad, pasta and bread sticks. They glided over to another table to pick up goblets of iced tea.

Then they walked smoothly back to their tables, carrying full plates in one hand and full goblets in the other.

If I had tried to do that, someone would have been wearing lasagna down their back.

I was as amazed by these young women in their slender-heeled shoes as I am when I watch the women on "Dancing With the Stars" dance in them.

All I can say is, I'm glad jelly shoes were the hip thing in my day. I had blisters all the time, but I rarely fell down.