Fetish, Anyone?

I know it is a Friday night, but--quite frankly--every night is Friday night here on South Beach, indeed it can be a New Years Eve if you are not careful. So, baby is all excited because it is Friday The Thirteenth and, I keep saying, "Why the bother?" As I speak, the boots start flying out of the closet like Emelia Earhart's foot wardrobe. The gleeful look of anticipation makes all my advice to avoid such an event senseless; I must go with the flow.