It seems like every year New Years Eve approaches and I have no plans. Without fail the morning of Decmeber 31st someone mentions a plan or a party and me and the girls go running through the mall and boutiques desperately trying to find the perfect outfit, the right lashes, better shoes, a little sparkle, and flashier make-up. One thing you can always count on is that no matter how hard I try not to I will always end up in a Little Black Dress; and somehow sans plan I always pop champagne and dance until my feet beg me to stop (and then a couple hours more after I’ve kicked them to the side). This year proved to be no different; December 30 I was sans plans but equipped with optimism and purple nails.
What was supposed to be a low key evening spent with my best friend quickly turned into an eventful and pretty perfect New Year’s Eve.
