And say goodbye to my 4 inch patent leather, peep toe heels...at least when I am in public with my husband. Needless to say our New Year's Eve did not go as planned. The shoes I so desperately searched for and found were not worn (as I towered 3 inches above my husband, he informed me that he would never be seen with me in public wearing those, but they are okay in the privacy of our...umm...bedroom). Then I felt a bit awkward...I guess you could say manly. Standing 6 foot 3 beside my husband, I felt like I could pick him up and carry him away. Yes, I think two inches is definitely my height limit on shoes. I did not wear the dress I was planning or my electric blue tights, but opted for a classy pair of black trousers, a Rebecca Beeson v-neck top, holiday cardigan and black ballet flats...boring but comfortable.
We had an awful, overpriced dinner at a restaurant we frequent. My crab legs were ice cold, the service was slow and the entertainment scheduled for 8pm was just walking in the door at 9:10. My son was disappointed that he did not get to hear one of his favorite singers, Lucas Cates, (but at least he got to say hello to him as we were walking out the door). We were home by 9:30 and the kids were asleep by 10. The rest of the night consisted of drinking a bottle of champagne and watching the Simpsons Movie and the last 5 minutes of the Time's Square New Year's Eve special. It's a good thing we stayed home, otherwise, I would have missed Mariah Carey in her annual bare-it-all costume (the 2006 ensemble is pictured above, courtesy IMB - because I can't find a pic yet of this year). Can someone please tell her that her voice is really all she needs and to put some clothes on? Best Wishes to you all in the New Year!