This is it! My last Gawker dance. And, in the immortal words of Denise Huxtable, I.. I... I don't know what to say. So I'll leave the goodbyes up to an old friend, dearest socialite Tinsley Mortimer, my original muse.

Things we'll never ever have to care about again, brought to our attention by Style.com's year in parties in review, include Arden Wohl and her headbands, whether the Mortimers or the Dexter-Jones/Ronson families were the "most ubiquitous clan of 2007," and whether the Olsens or the Millers (Savannah and Sienna) were the most ambitious sister act. Also, this might be as a good a time as any to give voice to my vitriolic hatred of Renee Zellweger, both her face and her craft. If she is beautiful in this world, this world is rotten.

I arrived into the town of Southampton late in the summer (two weeks ago) armed only with some class-consciousness, a copy of The Great Gatsby stolen from the Hennepin County Library and a rotating cast of photographers. First Laurel Ptak and later Amelia Bauer made the slog eastward with me. Here are our favorite photographs, some seen here for the very first time.