Congratulations: you've survived the gift-giving guessing games, the frantic mall parking, and those ridiculous ugly sweater parties that the Yuletide guarantees. But the holiday "joy" ain't over yet, folks. A bigger social threat looms on the horizon of 'Ole Saint Nick's departure: New Year's Eve.
Now hard-hitting questions arise: "What do I do?" "Where do I go?" and "How the hell am I going to get my drunk ass home at the end of the night?" (hint: Uber equals financial suicide). And as crucial as every one of those queries may be, all of them pale in comparison to perhaps the most daunting of New Year's Eve questions: What am I going to wear on those last hours of 2014?