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On Friday night I went to a fashion show for a certain brand name that we'll call XOX. They were launching their line for 2008 and I got an invitation (kudos to working at a "hip" magazine). I didn't think my work clothes were too bad (because I was wearing my lucky brown leather ankle boots) so I didn't bring a change of clothes to work. And anyway, I'm a follower of the I'm-hot-so-I-can-wear-whatever-so-fuck-off philosophy pioneered by Cher or more recently pre-Paris-fallout Nicole Richie, but alas lemme tell you that philosophy is total bullshit. No matter how good you think you look, when you're in a room with tall, lanky, beautiful people, you still feel like Rob Schneider before a chest wax.

So anyway, the show itself was very very good, the designs for Women's Wear were fabulous. I can't find a pic but it was all mute colors and flowing materials and urban casual and I actually enjoyed myself and forgot about being a bitter old bitch for approximately 34 minutes. Then the actual show ended and we all went to the other room to "chat" and "catch up". And that's when the anti-social in me began to surface.

So apparently "chatting and catching up" with "socialites" basically means complimenting a random piece of clothing or accessory they're wearing, complimenting the show, ranting about some random minuscule problem in your life, nodding a lot, and giggling like a lunatic. In random order, of course.
Thank the Lord for the free flow sparkling wine.
Then I realized that half the people in the room were probably getting help from some sort of borderline acceptable medication (xanax, dumolit, valium, whatever) and I figured the only reason I wasn't enjoying this chit chat bullshit was because I was sober as a nun. So I started knocking down the free booze and after 3 glasses, I was happy.

I know. It's really sad that I can't enjoy a simple fashion show without the aid of mind-altering substances but oh well.  At least I got introduced to a couple of cool folks, and did I mention the free booze?
Oh. And an ex-boyfriend of mine, who is now a full-time model, was there working the runway and we got to chatting and catching up, but that's a whoooole other story.