New Year's Dishes

Waaay too hungover to write, so I'm posting pics of my girls and I from New Year's Eve. And we're all single—imagine that.

I will say that I overdid it a little bit on the wine last night; I suspect the plastic cups threw off my perception of how much I was drinking, but by 1:30 I had the spins and headed home. Also, I had a true Carrie Bradshaw moment for the first time—no, no meeting of a Mr. Big—the heel of my stiletto boot actually broke off as we were leaving our friends' party. Insane. (See last photo.) And, since the heel was, oh, about 4-inches high, I was limping like a gimp out of K's building. Given my blood alchohol level and impaired gait, it was time to call it a night.