WE GOTTA TALK. I know you wouldn't wear a bathing suit to go snowboarding—or pull on a prom dress before yoga class. So why do you wear high heels every Saturday night when you're staggering around Pike-Pine/Belltown/Pioneer Square? You look ridiculous, and you can't balance yourself when you're puking. I'm worried that you're gonna break your ankle. Now Gwen here (pictured), though she did require some assistance (it was her birthday), wore sensible flats to get drunk in. She looked great and didn't fall down once. Take a page from Gwen's book this upcoming weekend. Seriously! You can thank me later.