Rihanna had quite the New Year's Eve, which she graciously had documented for her and posted to Instagram. The evening involved a quiet dinner in her apartment in Manhattan followed by an excursion to a local nightclub. Let us take a look, shall we?

As you can imagine, the evening began with professional makeup application.

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Rihanna's caption: "What the Marley Room looks like when me and my bitches decide to get ready together!" Rihanna has a Marley room. As in Bob Marley.

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Meanwhile, the table was set beautifully. The palette: Black and white.

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Fashion model Cara Delevingne, best known for having a thick eyebrows, making funny faces and dropping a bag of coke on her doorstep, was in attendance. Rihanna styled Cara's hair.

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Caption: "Picking a clutch...task!!!" I mean, you know how it is.

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Next, Rihanna spent some time strutting around her apartment in her black and white ensemble.

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She paused for a glass of wine.

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Her guests waited patiently.

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In the kitchen. With those lashes.

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She assisted Chef Debbie Solomon in preparing the meal.

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Caption: "hungry bitchez #nyedinner"

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Dinner was served.

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Posing between courses was encouraged.

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At midnight, there was a pink champagne toast.

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The mood was jubilant.

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"My housekeeper and friend, love you Priya! And then there's @jennnrosales"

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"#2#O#1glass#4 Photo booth! Well, kinda...a mounted remote works too! #nyedinneratmyplace"

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Then it was time to roll out.

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This is the perfect opportunity to quote from Ms. Fenty's recent single: "Who cares how you haters feel/I still got my money."

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The festivities moved to the 40/40 club, owned by Jay Z, who signed the Bajan singer to his record label in 2004.

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Rihanna smoked what appeared to be a Colorado cigarette.

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"damn bitch my feet hurt, bitch my feeeet hurt!!" *mz luscious voice* #nye

Perhaps the hand-rolled smoke was medicinal in nature.

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The mood shifted into one best described as "turnt."

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This is the last image she posted of the night. The perfect punctuation. Let us deem the enterprise a success and bid our lovely hostess adieu.

Images via Instagram.