Why I Missed the Fireworks on New Years Eve
I know, I know: we’re already three days into the New Year and I have yet to post a single word about the Martini Bar Soiree, The Wedding Date or the bout of temporary insanity that lead me to believe an early morning “jaunt” along the river would be fun after 48 hours of non-stop revelry.
I blame the cheesecake.
And the martinis.
And the fact that I didn’t even notice the fireworks on New Year’s Eve because I was too busy dancing with a certain someone who actually enjoys running (hence the “jaunt”) when the clock struck midnight.
At any rate, here are a few photos to tide you over until tomorrow’s post:
Best in Shoe: My friend The Bling Queen takes "Fieldwork in Stilettos" to the next level!
A Couple of Drunks...
Evidently there WERE fireworks... who knew?
Shake that!
Me and The Wedding Date
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Fieldwork in Stilettos 
9 Responses to “Why I Missed the Fireworks on New Years Eve”
Wait…How did I miss that fantastic lift? Oh yeah…I was actually watching the fireworks!
Don’t worry, we’ll be sure to resurrect it for P.R. 🙂
Ha! That last one cracked me up. Glad you had a great time! 🙂
HAHAHA!! love it! What an awesome time we all had!!!! Your familia ROCKS!
I’m still trying to get over a certain someone’s bedazzlement capabilities 🙂 So glad you guys were able to make it!
sounds like everything went well then.
A good time was had by all, now I’m nursing a sore throat, although we did the cleaning, the clearing and putting away will have to wait a day…as I look at the leftover bottles of wine (yippee) and the boxes of shakers, dishes that need to be returned to neighbors, etc. Happy New Year blog readers~I’m watching Netflix all day with my tea and miso soup.
I have to admit I am a bit more interested in the field work that occurs after the stilettos hit the floor, but that’s just me. For the record, my breath is actually baited, whatever that means, waiting for tomorrow’s installment.
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