First, we went to a party where we, um, Drank the Tree. You may remember this party from last year: at the center of the party, there is a tree covered in nips of alcohol, and the goal of the party is to deprive that tree of all of it's shots.
And, similar to last year, we did a damn good job.
And, I was unable to take a good picture that night. I think because the orange dress, which is very pretty, didn't fit me all that well. All this working out is making my body do strange things. Like get muscles. Weird.
The next day, we had an indie rock singalong all four hours in the car home. Singing The Decemberists' Red Right Ankle (everyone in the car knowing every word), we dorkily felt like that scene in Almost Famous where they sing Tiny Dancer. But cooler, and for our generation.
And Monday night was Matt's work Christmas party. I wore a tight as anything new dress, and beautiful new shoes:
And, the side:
And, Matt and I had a great time. Don't we look like it?
I love this time of year. I get to dress up, wear ridiculously small and summery dresses for the weather, and hang out with all of my friends. Which is really the most important thing, right?