After the store closed at 7 on a Saturday night, we put a little Mariah Carey Christmas album on the sound system, and dimmed the lights. I ordered six pizzas from Lombardi's down the street, and bought bottles of wine. Chips, dip, strawberries, and chocolate cookies were arrayed on the front desk counters.
Welcome to the first ever Strip/ Browhaus NYC holiday party!
It was a simple celebration, but my goodness did we have fun with party games. And then my staff surprised me with this:

Which quickly turned to this:

And what exactly does the mutilation of a celebratory cake say about my leadership style? Or maybe this is a better gauge:

(In front of one of the wax installations in the store. Black curduroy suit by J. Lindeberg, I did look a little like a cross between Quentin Crisp and Freddy Krueger)
Sometimes I wonder, How lucky am I?