It seems like there were less parties than usual, but the strong several that took place went hard for the most part. The folks GOT.IT.IN. at the Label’s new 2nd floor spot. But if I were going to judge the biggest per capita crowd (which I am), I would say the Architect House was the winner. But the Lola party was comfortable enough to where you could have a good time and see who you wanted to see….like that ratchet couple who looked like the stars of Dirty Dancing: Walnut Park Nights. Who else caught a chuckle after taking a visual sip of their forbidden dance? When that heffa unsnapped that corset/bustier I dialed six digits of Austin Lane’s number on my own behalf before I snapped back into reality. And Amnesia was obviously poppin’ for their toast because the floor was soggy like unattended corn flakes. I was worn out like a tax professional on April 15th when it was all said and done, but I was still grateful to ring in 2011 with my people.