the day after...

I woke up this morning with terror. I have little to no memory about how I got home, except that it involved a cab...I think I passed out in the cab. Last night is one very very long and big blur. I remember the opening details, but somewhere after the fourth glass of wine was thrust into my hands, and I had completely forgotten to eat after taking one look at what was served at the free buffet, things start to get hazy. I do remember dancing and dancing, and laughing and laughing. So if you saw a chic pony-tailed asian princess twirling and shimmering at the Agnès B. after-party, well that was me!!