Perhaps in 2013, I won't do a walk of shame down 4 steep blocks teetering in my heels and squinting in the sunlight. Carrying a baguette he'd given me as a parting gift. As for the guy, it was just an "in the moment" situation...two nights in a row. But I assure you, there is no opportunity or interest in a three-peat.
And in another humbling moment last night, I had to knock on the old lady upstairs' door and ask her to zip me up in my dress before I went out.
My last 48 hours have consisted of a lot of alcohol, a hot tub, Gangnam Style on repeat, and a pat-down from a bouncer that puts the TSA to shame. But as I justify most of my questionable decisions these days, you only live once! It's been an absolute blast.
Maybe 2013 is the year I'll behave like an adult?