  | There are people that hate New Year's Eve. I am not one of them. In fact, I'm probably not friends with any of these people because they sound about as fun as my grandma on a Friday night. That's actually so offensive to my grandma because she is a hoot-and-a-half and is never, ever caught home on a Friday night. But seriously, most of my best friends are not #NYE fans so I habitually have to spend the last night of each year drinking on their behalf with strangers. Last New Year's Eve, I was in Italy. This year, it was Canada through and through baby. The Fireball shots (below) are a dead giveaway, you can even pinpoint that the province is Alberta. The night started off strong, I was really on my selfie game, Snapchatting the iconic 'getting-ready' process (above) where I read Mindy Kaling while waiting for my nail polish to dry sitting on the bathroom floor. I then got tired of the black and gold sparkly dress I had on while painting my nails and thus changed into outfit number 2 of the night (top right), going with my signature color (I decided that cobalt blue is my signature color as of now because I wore it on House Hunters International and that made me famous so it's only right to honor this delightful shade of blue). We went to The Common downtown, normally a hipster haunt but for one-night only, was a whimsical mash-up of hipster meets dancehall/the hottest black girls ever. The music was old-school R&B and Hip-Hop, pretty much the music of the gods, the kind that really gets you groovin' and thinking that you look exactly like Beyonce in the "Crazy in Love" music video. I had the best time, mainly because 1) I met a dude wearing the Dreamy Justin Trudeau t-shirt (I own the sweatshirt version) and 2) they never ever ever play this music in clubs in Italy except maybe in that club Balotelli owns (he must own a club right?). |
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