Imagine one night a year.
Imagine it’s Christmas.
Imagine you put your babies to bed and you get in an uber.
Imagine you’re in your pajamas.
Then imagine you arrive to a winter wonderland in the form of 40 women you know and admire.
Then imagine there’s wine, champagne, pizza, white chocolate popcorn, cake pops, Nars cosmetics, a fire, toilets with no baby seats on them, girl talks seeping into your veins and a whole lot of love.