OK here is what transpired last night in my life:
(for those who do not care, or are not interested ASSTRAP, no need to read on...)
So my girlfriend and I (yes, that is all true about her) show up to the show which was in a tent set up in front of a hotel in NYC. The place was mobbed and out front they had a "paparazzi pit" where the photogs would take shots of all the stars coming in.
Anyway, my girlfriend had a seat next to the catwalk (due to her job) and I had my name on a list for standing room. I got on the line for standing room and was on the phone with her when all of a sudden she said the show was starting early and the lights went down. At the same time music started blaring and they said they could not accept any more standing room people. I really did not care all that much as she was in there, and I could see through part of the tent at the show. Very cool British music, very loud, and a ton of models.
After the show ended the afterparty began in a huge bar under the tent. I met my girlfriend out front, and luckily my name was on the list. They let me in immediately and as we walked past the photogs, flashbulbs started going off. I was a bit confused until I realized that my girlfriend and I were standing next to Puff Daddy as he was on his way out. I have actually seen him at another party before, but I have to say his 5 carat diamond earings were very very sparkly. Into the party we went and saw all the magazine editors (which scarily I now either know or at least know who they are). We got a ton of drinks along side the likes of Hillary Swanke, Chad Lowe, that girl Maya from Saturday Night Live, Kelly Osborne, Donald Trump, Sandra Burnhardt, Gisele and the rest of the models in the show...
I was really proud of my girlfriend, not because we got to go to things like this, but for other work related things. She has really made it in the industry and it can be seen when a certain star (cannot name her because she would kill me) wore the jewlery she picked out for her for the show and an upcoming photo shoot.
I understand this stuff is not brain surgery, rocket science, or politics, but I have to say that she is good at what she does, and it is fun to go to these crazy things...
I had to scrape myself up this morning (late) to get to work and I am totally hung over.