We tell ourselves that sometimes looking good requires sacrifice. That we can grin and bear the pain. That those gorgeous vintage pumps that match our dress perfectly are worth it. On the big night, they’re the last thing that gets put on before we head out the door. We vow that we’ll save face, and wear them all night, through the dinner and the dancing. Sometimes we make it through most of the evening, sometimes only through the first two songs. But it’s practically inevitable that those beautiful leather stilettos will end up under your chair along with the place card the person next you knocked off the table during…