Spending the last day of the year on a Miami beach was a tough feat.
Squeezing out the last bit of 2012 fun.
And I didn’t mind gazing at this gorgeous sunset as I sipped on my happy hour cocktails (booze makes primping so much more fun).
See ya 2012!
Choosing a vodka proved to be as difficult as narrowing down a sparkly ring from Cartier (although I somehow managed).
I had a little help from my favorite Miami Meower, Butterscotch in the attire department.
I settled on black sequined pants (duh), a fuchsia cardigan and leopard heels, (and yes, that’s my heel in my cup which didn’t deter this party goer from drinking – why would I waste?!).
Nothing but class with bare feet in the posh elevator!
Isn’t everyone chic in Miami (aside from yours truly as I’ve proven)? Here’s a peek at my favorite bartender of the evening, pouring me a much needed glass (or five) of champs.
Miami’s version of Hugh Hefner.
And while looking at this handsome Florida gent, I wondered what I was missing in Nashville, as the phone buzzed with a picture of my dad and my curiosity quickly waned.
Miami chic or Nashville geek? Tough choice!
Obviously, you can’t take Nashville out of the girl as I carried my red Solo Cup with me down the elevator.
I realized my true calling during my jaunt to the car…
Game show gesture model!
I just kept getting better and better as I tried to get ascloseaspossible to this Bentley without spending my New Year’s Eve in the Miami Dade County Jail.
All of the car modeling made me thirsty and I needed to quickly guzzle a martini when we arrived at the bar.
Soothing the three minutes of modeling work.
And after each drink was received, a toast was in order – it was New Year’s Eve after all!
Our 1,345th cheers of the evening.
Which of course led to my expertise in photo bombing (a dying art).
And as the clock struck midnight and Ryan Seacrest winked at me, I was pretty sure this is how the evening went…
A handsome group.
Drinking 432 martinis will help you acquire double chin while you sleep (not so good for my modeling career), as well as require a sign to arise from deep, dark (passed out) slumber.
A brand new year, same old me.