YOU try getting a taxi in the Meatpacking District at 11PM in the middle of a blizzard. You’d look like this too.

Kendrick and I spent about 90% of our evening with musician and awesome guy Matt White (who we met through Julia), mostly because our attempt to share a cab back uptown after the award show turned into an epic journey that started at Avenue and ended at Two Boots.

Vintage dress (a gift from Julia).

On the way to the USA/Vanity Fair Character Approved Awards at the IAC Building.

I don’t know how to justify the decision to go bare-legged in a blizzard, other than that I was wearing a white dress, and I couldn’t possibly be sicker of wearing tights. And we were late, and I just wanted to get there and eat something. I literally could not feel my knees when I walked through the door…but hey, I wore snow boots (I changed into heels when I got there)…so that’s something, right?

(Right now, my mom is sitting in her office reading this and yelling “JORDAN! PUT ON SOME PANTS!” at her computer screen. Sorry, mama.)