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.)