.....when you treat your body like a carnival...

How can you simply sum up the last two weeks? The holiday celebrations, the high tea with my cousins at the Ritz, a bakery party and mini grade school reunion (yes, really a party in Kiedrowski's bakery on Christmas night) and brunches and lunches with out of town friends....the list goes on and on.

Let's start with how my two girlfriends and I rang in the big new year before I came down with a serious case of the almost 30s a head cold that continues to plague me for the third day.

If you know me even a little bit, you know 1) love any excuse for a party 2) love New Years and 3) doesn't necessarily need an excuse to wear a sparkly dress.

About two months ago, my friends and I decided to celebrate the beginning of 2013 in Chicago since a friend had just made the leap to move from her adorable loft in Tremont all the way to a condo in the River North neighborhood.

Cheers to 2013 with Lissa and Nadine

After much research and some pointers from friends, we decided on the party package at the Drake Hotel to ring in 2013 with 2,400 of our closest friends and dance and sip champagne in five different rooms for the whole night.

Necklace from Top Shop and mottof of the night and view of the room

One of the few shots of the group at the Drake

I wish the next part of this story was more blurry than it actually was - I guess enough champagne wasn't consumed yet.

After previously meeting the boy we referred to as "North Carolina" the night before at another bar, he somehow found us on the main dance floor with his southern-young-Donald-Trump-like self with two drinks in hand. He was actually quite a character and full of stories that I'm going to say either never happened or were somehow a huge exaggeration of the truth. For instance,  he told me after not asking anything related to his work that he makes "stupid amounts of money" and just sold "a romcom screenplay for $350k." See what I'm saying.....

Our group of three quickly became the four amigos as we went around looking for a midnight kiss for him and each of us. When midnight came along each of had a kiss between James Van Der Beek and the Frenchman (who likely was not French), I'm pretty sure no one's story beats the fact my new friend North Carolina back planted after kissing me at midnight.

Yep, that's right. BACK PLANTED. Are you embarrassed for me yet?

Picture this to understand how truly hilarious and embarrassing this was - more for him less for me. North Carolina pulls away, tries to go in for round 2 and either slips or is pulled down by someone else because the kid fell down so fast and with such force it caused multiple people to turn around to help him out, almost knocking my drink out of my hand. It happened so quickly that I looked at my friends and we looked at each other with this sense of horror and amusement all at the same time wondering if that really just happened.

I couldn't do anything! I couldn't move because I was so shocked so I sipped my drink and tried to keep from laughing and wondering if he was injured. He got up, walked away and we thought he'd rejoin our group but that was it. We didn't see him the rest of the night.

That's all that North Carolina wrote.

It's your turn - best New Years kiss story!


Jen @ Why CLE? said...

That is a fabulous NYE kiss story! I honestly have nothing to compare.

PS - Totally jealous of a party in Kiedrowski's.

alexa @ cleveland's a plum said...


Anonymous said...

what did I tell you about those "Southern Boys"?..

Anonymous said...

this is an awesome kiss story!! too funny :)

LWLH said...

That is hilarious!!!!

Alana said...

haha that is a great story. happy new year!!

Crystal @EatDrinkClev said...

You must have some smoocher! Great story!

Anonymous said...

This post is just one long 'Humblebrag.' The whole blog is, really.

Wearing Mascara said...

Hilarious!! :-D