||[Jan. 2nd, 2016|01:13 am]
Okay, picking up where I left off. |
Jennifer had an amazing holiday party at a distillery and it was magical. Seriously, lady. Such a fun party! I am in love with all your friends and had the best time there! We got so fancy - I was in a sequin dress and face jewels (which just autocorrected to "dad jewels"?) and we were both in sneakers. So basically it was my preferred formal wear, where I'm both glam and in my comfort zone.
Everyone looked so great, including Jennifer who was wearing a flouncy, purple ball gown. Just beautiful and so gorgeous. In wanted to smooch everyone they were all smiles and shimmer and effervescence and SWOON.
Drank gin cocktails and ate BBQ while talking about local politics, train travel and what TV shows everyone was currently obsessed with.
The night had to come to an end, and after driving to the distillery, but clearly not being able to drive home, we booked a last-minute hotel room and snagged an end-of-the-night cocktail at Brass Rail after learning the hotel bar was closed.
Shame. Pretending to meet at a hotel bar is one of my most favorite clichés.
We slept in, luxuriated in the fancy hotel shower and escaped to brunch over the river. Sitting across from Channing at brunch over coffee and a mimosa, I had a thought to our future and I could get over how absolutely fucking exciting everything is.
Thank you for throwing such a fancy, amazing shindig, my dear. The holidays, for me at least, are usually full of stress and clinched teeth. I now have a different memory of holidays this year and I have forever burned them into my brain. 💖