If you’re like me, you’ve already forgotten what your New Year’s Resolution is. Let’s be serious, those never work anyway. I’m pretty sure I broke mine two minutes after midnight; too much champagne does that to a girl. Whoops.
The night started out with sushi take out from Bob San at my best girlfriend’s place. Bob San is currently my favorite sushi spot in Wicker Park, FYI. Our foursome consisted of my friend, her boyfriend, my boyfriend, and me. After sushi, we were ready to move at a million miles an hour. Very DTP (down to party). My girlfriend and I sipped (chugged) Veuve, while our boyfriends bonded over tequila shots. They have a loving bromance, it’s adorable.
We then moved over to Soho House, which was hosting a Flamboyant 80s party full of spandex, neon, and drag queens. Fabulous. Maybe it was the champagne talking, but I got extremely emotional when the clock hit midnight. I was filled with so much love for my foursome that I let myself shed a quick tear. I also sent heartfelt texts to my parents and grandparents. And talked to my parent’s dog over the phone.
Then I remembered that a sad face doesn’t go well with my outfit and put myself together.
Fast forward twelve hours… I woke up, googled whether or not you can die from a hangover, ordered a pizza, ate half of it, and fell back asleep. Happy 2015!
I wore a vintage metallic lace dress that was sheer enough to see my For Love and Lemons Skivvies underneath, paired with over the knee Buckman Leather Boots by Jeffrey Campbell and a gray Boy Chanel Flap Bag. I added a jeweled head piece from Nasty Gal for some extra sparkle.
Jeffrey Campbell Buckman Leather Boots
Boy Chanel Bag