New Year's Eve is approaching and I'm getting giddy. Not just to party with my pants off (I'll be wearing a dress), but also to give 2010 the finger, and move on. Sure, 2010 had its ups: Ireland, China, Aruba, and a fabulous new pair of sunglasses. But lately, I feel like I've been tossed overboard and left to drown. Dramatic? Maybe. But with my recent run-in with a pile of rocks, it became painfully clear that this year must end. And, what better way to wish it good ridden, then to flaunt a dress full sparkles, some 4 inch heels, and party...like it's 1999.



(So 2010 won't know who's flipping the bird).