Some things are simply universal truths: Everyone has had (or will have) a bad experience with bangs, Beyoncé is queen and sky-high stilettos are gorgeous but never comfortable. You know the ones I mean: those beautiful but so effing painful shoes that now reside in your closet solely as eye candy.

For me, those shoes are my sparkly Stuart Weitzman Nudist sandals. They make any outfit look instantly sexy — until 30 minutes later when I'm hobbling about like a demented crab. So when I got wind of Still Standing Spray, $27.99, a foot spray that promises six hours of pain-free high-heel wear, my hopes were as high as my Nudist heels. Naturally, I had to put it to the test. Here's what happened.

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My main concern: Not being able to feel my feet. After all, walking in high heels is tough enough; imagine trying to sashay in a Miss Jay-approved way while your feet are numb.

I decided to test the spray on my left hand first, which I deemed the least important of my appendages. A cool, tingly sensation took over. It felt like how chewing Winterfresh gum tastes. I then ran around my house grasping different objects to make sure my hand was fully functional while numb. (Of course, I also kept poking it — yep, couldn't feel a thing.)

Once I became convinced that the numbing wouldn't render me unable to walk, it was time to test it on my feet.

I sprayed it directly on my feet and was met with the same cool, tingly feeling as before. And, I'm not going to lie, the menthol smell was a little welcome after taking off my ballet flats after a long day at work (TMI? #sorrynotsorry). I decided that if it didn't work to relieve high-heel pain, it's a decent foot deodorant. But beware: If you spray liberally, like I did, the smell is strong.

But I still wasn't convinced the numbness would hold up throughout the most torturous thing I could think to put my feet through: Waiting in line to get into The Bungalow, a Santa Monica haunt as notorious for its long line as its shabby chic beach décor. If you don't arrive by 9 p.m., expect to wait for at least 45 minutes. I decided to live on the edge and arrive after 9, prime waiting-in-line time, because science.

I chose The Bungalow for its aforementioned long line — with absolutely nowhere to sit and rest tired feet — but also for its margaritas and people watching. (Plus, it's one of my favorite bars, and I'll use any excuse to go there.) And once you're inside, good luck finding a place to sit down. I was throwing the hardest test I could think of at this spray. After all, this is what Still Standing is designed for: going out in your highest heels.

Margarita in hand, I picked my way through the crowd to stand on the slightly uneven ground on the outside patio to chat with my boyfriend.

Little did I know, The Bungalow was only my first trial. Hours without pain: 1.5

Two hours after arriving at The Bungalow, some friends texted and wanted to meet up at the Shangri-La, a hotel with a rooftop bar a couple blocks from where we were.

Always one to be spontaneous (that's completely false, I am never spontaneous unless tequila is involved), I let out an emphatic "Hell yeah!" and started walking down the street. At this point, the numbing properties were starting to wear off. My feet hadn't yet begun to hurt, though there was a dull, almost-painful-but-not-quite sensation happening on the balls of my feet.

I feel like I should note that normally, this many hours into wearing these shoes, they'd either be off my feet or I'd be making my boyfriend give me a piggyback ride. So the fact that I was still walking on my own two feet is telling.

Hours without pain: 2.5