Happy new year, you're my only vice.


I rang in 2011 with some of my favorite people, which was an excellent start to the whole shebang. The evening began with a necessary appearance at at the delightful Stacy's glitter extravaganza, which was spectacularly swimming in sparkles [her picture on the floor below was staged, the glitter didn't kill her] and then onto Josh & Jordan's for the final countdown. We also helped a drunken, bleeding, cell-phone-less 18 year old stranger on the street find a ride home, so I'm pretty sure I've done my good deed for the year. Anything else is just above and beyond. Happy new year, kids!








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