New Year’s Eve was wonderful. I spent it in a fierce red dress (that I forgot to take a whole outfit picture of…oops) at my favorite, speakeasy-type underground piano bar down the street from our apartment. We had a reserved table for 12, food, favors (like B’s stylin’ hat) and five hours of open bar.

The night was mostly laid back—which I both craved and appreciated. There was a little dancing, lots of great conversation and my fourth consecutive midnight kiss with B. The best part? We were able to walk home on a sidewalk sans snow, no less.