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.