Me, last NYE. This is the story of me, my gold sequin skirt, and a
horrible time almost one year ago.
It all started when this really annoying girl from my high school invited half of our former school of choice to her company’s new years eve party. Don’t get me wrong the Facebook invite, #lol, sounded legit. You’d get champagne upon entry, free drinks all night, and party favors to ring in the new year with all just a “low” fee. So naturally, my friends and I with little desire to look elsewhere for plans said lez do it. So there we go, we bought our tickets online and let the online shopping aka browsing begin.
What to wear?
Ask five girls what is the most appropriate NYE dress and hands down you will get at least four out of five responses “sequins”. So, what did you think I began typing into my search engine? Sequin dresses! But, next came the hard part. Do I want to be sassy and chic and go with the gold, or do I want to stand out like the disco ball and go silver? Then comes the not so obvious choice of the sequin shades of blue, which would totally bring out my baby blue eyes. Well to cut this dramatic decision short, I went with a gold sequin skirt and a reallll cute black top to match (see all that shines here: http://www.result.ly/Search/gold%20sequin%20skirt)
So now that you can imagine just how hot I looked, let’s get into it. So NYE has the biggest hype of almost all holidays, drinking holidays maybe. Regardless, my girls and I were excited. They come downtown to my apartment and we start getting ready. Barely holding in our curiosity of what was to come while attempting to master the perfect cat eye (link below if this is also your every day struggle). Little idea as to exactly who would be there, but we had a general idea of each friend group that would. So, aimlessly walking up and down the street for 20 mins trying to hail a cab in 5 inch heels and 4 inches of snow, we finally arrive.
Needless to say it’s a bit chilly, hello Chicago, I toss my pea coat to the coat check faster than he could say hi. We walk in, grab a drink, and then it hits me… my perfectly sequined gold skirt is not so perfect. THERE’S A HOLE IN THE BUTT. I mean!!! Yes, mortified to say the least on one of the most anticipated nights of the year with little desire to leave a club more filled with attractive men that actually spent time figuring out their outfits this morning. I had no choice- I had to leave. Dragging each foot after the other out the door, hailing a cab that I was convinced would never come, I went back to my apartment. And rang in the new year on my couch with a Subway sandwich. Hey, when’s it’s under your apartment building you would too.
Get the perfect cat eye here.
So yay me. Have a happy new year and remember to check the butt of your skirt this year ladies.