My BFF and her boyfriend threw a classy New Year’s Eve party at their classy home in LA. See, there was glassware and champagne in a claw foot tub.
The Husband and I drove up from San Diego and realized we left our party clothes at home. It was an emergency situation as the Husband is built like a linebacker and has a hard time ever finding clothes that fit right. After a quick trip to the only store open at that hour and my friend’s closet, we managed to look presentable although not as spectacular as we would have if we had been wearing our chosen attire. Who knew Marc Anthony for Kohls collection would ever save our asses.
Then we got drunk and partied like it was Y2K all over again.
How did you spend your last evening of 2011?