Good luck MrsS on your first day. Outfit sounds the business. I have not succumbed to Hotter although it chases me relentlessly around the Internet. I have three (3, iii) Landsend coats and have had shoes and sandals from there. 
and bought my blissfully comfortable Gabor knee boots last year and I love them. So I am well established on the downward slide to old bagdom. 
Funnily enough, Nu I am pain free this morning ...this will probably have something to do with these excellent although respectably heeled shoes from Next I got a couple of years ago that have cushioning in the insoles plus the benefits of dancing as an exercise. No headache. I don't drink so I never have an hangover, really. You really don't need drink to partaaaaay..trust me. Before the end of the night I also managed the Macarena and Dont Stop Me Now plus another round of uptown funk...seems its a bit of a disco anthem at the moment. But the venue was a black hole, so it was. My consolation was that presumably everyone else was similarly blinded and deafened, so couldn't see me wobbling embarrassingly on the dance floor. Sauce for the goose... DD was much happier, back with her old friends and besties.
So plenty of partying. Have my DSis 50th next weekend. It's a 70s party so I am pleased to be wearing my flared jeans with the bell sleeved red top. I am looking for a chain belt to finish the outfit, and will flick hair Farrah Fawcett style.
However down to earth for now. I am a bit bleary eyed in a local cafe supposedly prepping my class for this afternoon but actually dicking about on MN
Have meeting with DM this evening to help her fill out the DNR forms for poor DDad. I find it incredible how the human brain allows up to deal with partying at one end of the spectrum ( and genuinely enjoying it...) and facing the traumas of a dying loved one at the other. 