New Year’s Eve 2010 was spent in Brooklyn, at a small party with friends:
Many of you know that I don’t drink. I’m game to taste everything and can handle a toast when tradition demands… but tasting/toasting aren’t enough to get someone drunk.
The downside to being a non-drinker? By the time the ball fell, I was the soberest person present, and MAN OH MAN do drunk people say unforgettable things. Nice or nasty. Come morning, only the sober party-goer will remember.
But the upside to teetotaling is significant; I felt fine on New Year’s Day! Not everyone does.
New Year’s Day, 2011:
Dumpsters, barbed wire, piled snow; real life in Brooklyn. No glamor shots here, folks.
The upside to fast fashion’s cyclical color palette? Eventually, a color you like will come into vogue. For me, that color was muted teal, and my indiscriminate purchasing creating an obvious downside— my small wardrobe matches just a tad too well. Let’s hope it doesn’t catch on.
May your new year be filled with upsides.