A handful of us woke up this morning at the Bassett household looking classy wearing the same thing we wore out to celebrate last night - a celebration which ended around 7am this morning in Lyford Cay. Between my wrinkled gown, the rum-dum-stained tuxedo jackets and the occasional glitter-drenched party hat, their security guard took one look at us, laughed and said “gooood staaht”. He definitely has point, and I’d have it no other way… Happy New Year!
