...end of the night, below:
Chartreuse and Park Slope may not be black and Upper East Side, but last night I learned that happiness isn't determined by the dress you have on or the backdrop against which you celebrate the start of the new year but rather by the steadfastness of friendship, the promise of a clean start, appreciating life for the intangibles, not the materials, and...okay, not really, but it is about the deep-down glee of realizing that after all these years of living in separate countries and having to rely on e-mails, text messages and the occasional phone-card call, your bow-seat bestie is still as deliciously dead-pan, ragingly wry and unabashedly egocentric as she was when you first met eight and a half years ago.
Here's hoping your NYE was filled with as many overdressed antics as ours!
01 January 2008
Beginning of the night at right...
28 December 2007
Ring it in responsibly
And by that I mean...
...don't drink dry the Prosecco and leave your brother's friend's party with an overcompensatingly confident pocket-man. Trust;
...don't wear jeans and a chunky, ribbed turtleneck sweater -- be the one woman at the house party who doesn't look like she just RV-ed it over from a Big-10 tailgate. Come on ladies, vow to be the 'wow' even the happily married men can't help but stare at every time you enter the room;
....don't skip the eyeliner or second coat of mascara;
...don't delude yourself -- if it's too tight, it's too tight. Wear something that won't have you tugging, de-wrinkling, and pulling out puckers all evening;
...don't allow a sloppy, streaky-haired blonde in a sequined tube top to spill her too-full Jack-'n'-Coke on your Marchesa Notte tulle party dress. Identify this type right away and steer clear;
...don't go out without having listened to "Down in Mexico" and "Toy Soldier" (preferably while you pick out and slip on your matching unmentionables for a captive, man-in-chair audience);
...don't arrive at the party without a nice two-drink pre-party buzz, especially if where you're going is likely to have a more his-friends crowd;
...don't forget to eat at least one carb-enriched item before you head out (I have this one taped to my forehead and handbag);
...don't without-warning cry over a lost love and ruin everything for everyone (no matter what they tell you, you will kill the evening and it will be remembered);
and finally,
...don't whip out your camera phone to show every person you meet the 60-shot slide-show of the dog you "miss like a motherf**ker". If they don't know you, you will come off as the crazy dog lady.
I'll be in New York City tomorrow through Tuesday, so unfortch -as K would say- I won't be posting until two days into the new year. I double, no triple promise to miss all of you...except for maybe when I'm eye-banging one of my dream guys at King Cole Bar, or when S and I discover the meaning of life when we make our first pilgrimage to Mecca.
01 January 2007
"Not tonight, boys, not tonight."
Last night, I checked my snarky fashion judgment at the door. Too busy shaking my Biel-to-be bottom with my partner in crime (its her hotness in the black sequins), I barely even noticed the girl in the crocheted cardigan and Annie perm. Or the one who forgot to shave AND smuggled an entire pan of muffins in her sleeveless white mesh top.
No, last night, I just snacked on miniature cupcakes, drank high-class beer, and flagrantly disobeyed the invitation's casual dresscode.
Here's a morning - um, afternoon - toast to carrying the minidress into '07!
(photo courtesy of Will "happiness is all science" Wilkinson)
