Well, it took me an actual month to recover from New Years. That and a few other disasters, but really New Years. And the aftermath, which I won’t get into here.

Being from NYC, I’ve had my share of crazy December 31st nights. Most years were spent bartending at Ava Penthouse at the Dream Hotel in midtown – where I made at least one rent payment and drank my weight in Patron – but nothing could have prepped me for the insanity of Las Vegas on New Years Eve.

First of all, it wasn’t just one night. It was 4…in a row. Til like 4 am every night. By the big night, I was dead. But considering we had newly impregnated Kim Kardashian and my secret crush Kanye showing up at 1 OAK to ring in 2013, I had to rally. Also, because it’s my job.

So off to the party I went. Since it was less than 24 hours after Kim announced that she was expecting, the red carpet was, well, slammed. And this happened.

But all went well, and the party was a huge hit (Leo, anyone?) but since I was working, I had exactly half of a shot. Still, I had a blast with my BFF from home, Jon, and my girls from work, Stephanie and Christina. There were party hats.

After the night was done and the pitching was complete, it was time to have a little fun. So off to the Cosmo I went. It was 9am when I started REALLY drinking. But since it’s Vegas, I was not out of place. My work friends came to meet up and we got the party restarted. And then it was off to the after party at my poker player neighbor Antonio’s apartment. He wasn’t even home but the party was raging nonetheless. I finally fell into bed sometime around noon.

After a quick nap, we rallied and hit the Wynn buffet where I ate about 10 plates of king crab legs. I never removed my sunglasses and wanted to sleep for a week but alas, it was party weekend. And so back to 1 OAK again that night.

I finally knew what a Vegas bender was. And it only took me a month to recover…