I didn’t walk.
I went running, at top speed, down State Street to the Moet et Chandon
screening of "New Year’s Eve" last night.
All dressed up n black booties no less…thank goodness Chicago’s first
snowfall yesterday didn’t get in my way.
I am not sure what tops my list:
The free flowing ice cold Moet, passed in crystal flutes on silver trays
every which way I turned…
or
Screen, the private screening room in The Wit Hotel, which was expertly set
with:
1. a black Moet bag of the most scrumptious popcorn I have EVER tasted at
each chair
2. big snack bar size boxes of all the childhood favorite candies: Junior
Mints, Goobers, Starburst, at each chair
3. sparkling champagne flutes at each chair
4. a bar conveniently set RIGHT inside the screening room
or
The servers, pouring Moet up and down the aisles, as we sat, errrrr LAY,
fully reclined, in the plush velvet oversize recliner chairs
or
The movie itself, which is the ultimate chick flick (a la Love Actually),
an entire two hours spent watching parties unfold (my DREAM!), stories
unwind, and more stars on one screen than you have ever seen celebrating
one of my very favorite holidays
or
The deepened meaning of New Year’s Eve in the script: every single year, a
chance to begin anew, to celebrate what we want to become, and to live our
best year yet.
Simply put – a PERFECT holiday evening, filled with the loveliest of ladies.
I never wanted it to end.
