If you are reading this and do not dread making plans for New Years Eve every year, please contact me immediately at 1-800-ihateclustercusses. A) you either need a verbal slap in the face for enjoying the horrendous $200-to-feel-claustrophobic-in-a-douchetastic-bar-with-water-downed-vodka-sodas kind of inevitable activites, or B) you’ve discovered some kind of enjoyable alternative of which I am not aware and need to know about immediately (and no, Grateful Dead wannabe jam band/ Deadmau5 concerts don’t count).
The past two years, Snags and I have been so exasperated with the entire ordeal that we’ve stayed home, made a nice crackling fire on 80 Hollywood, steamed some lobsters, gotten drunk on champagne/ bourbon, staged a snowball fight, and passed out. It’s actually been perfect except for one element that I’ve really missed – getting dressed!
Shopping for (and then putting on) my New Year’s ensemble has long been the only saving grace of what would otherwise be my least favorite night of the year. Back in high school, that involved finding the top that showed the most decolletage possible without risking a nip slip with every turn of the torso. Nowadays, it’s a great excuse for a trip to Bloomies for post-xmas deals on cocktail dresses and a stop at Bendels for some serious statement jewelry. Click through the gallery for my picks this year…