The posse looks good. Some are looking into real estate, some are slowly trading in their stilletos for running shoes and exploring all the Bay Area has to offer and some are still heading the party track like the city in Sex and the City is San Francisco. All in all, everyone's filling into their own shoes. There seems to be less apologizing for calling it an early night, for opting to see lovers over friends, and actually spending the entire Christmas Day with family. Pretty cool that no one would miss this night though. We'll fly in from DC, we'll fly in from NY, we'll leave fellas behind, and gather to see new haircuts, talk shit about boys, and ro-sham-bo to see who'll tell Miss K where the back door is.
