Last night was my holiday party. This morning, I woke up with mascara all over my face, lipstick in my hair, and fully dressed, in my super girly pink Betsey Johnson dress, with one stiletto hanging off my foot. I’m pretty sure I had a fabulous evening.

I don’t remember going to bed, or even how or when I got home last night, but I do remember drinking cocktail, after cocktail, after cocktail. I usually have a very low tolerance for alcohol, maybe 2 to 3 glasses of wine before I get a little tipsy, so it’s a Christmas miracle I’m still alive today. I remember dancing on the dinner table to 80’s hits, trying to keep my single girlfriends away from the mistletoe, handing out shots of tequila to everyone, and trying to set up all my single friends and colleagues with each other. I also remember promising my ex-boss, dance lessons (for his upcoming wedding) – those are the stupid things you agree to when you’re wasted. Luckily, he was the drunkest person at the party, so I doubt he’ll remember…phew.

xoxo Charlotte