So after running home in the pouring rain and leaning against my closet door desperately willing the perfect outfit to throw itself upon me, myself and Tracy head off to "a rude" magazines launch party at Diane Von Furstenberg's studio. Alas she wasn't there, apparently her first husband Mr Furstenberg, whom she acquired that very posh name from passed away in Europe. So she was over there, even though she said to Don (Art Director of new magazine AND Tracy's other half) that she would of LOVED TO OF BEEN HERE. Well she's an investor in the magazine, so I guess she would of liked to have been here.
OH MY GOD you should of seen these people, it was like walking into an old Shirley Maclaine movie, you know where they're are clumps of outrageously trendy people everywhere, in the most outlandish of outfits, looking very snooty and smoking on long cigarettes. Well imagine that scene but without the cigarettes. Just fucking trendy people everywhere, with the exception of a few fat ugly people, it was just wall to wall gorgeousness. It was one of those scenes where I expected Andy Warhol to walk in any moment. You getting the picture now? I felt fine actually, a little nervous when I first walked in, but ok after the ONE glass of wine that we managed to grab. My outfit in the end was my long white peasant skirt with it's lovely bustle at the back, my round toe black shoes, black Old Navy tank top and my leather jacket over that. Yeah I felt ok, and Tracy looked gorgeous a lovely little black dress, black flats and a black mac over the top, dead sexy, really cute outfit. I may ask if I can borrow that dress of hers sometime?
And of course the man of the moment Don looked just divine, he's such a handsome boy, with that little cheeky giggly face of his.
Actually the invite had said between 7 and 9, we got there at like 8:20, literally downed one glass of wine and at exactly 9pm they shut it all down. Shit man? then again magazines never have any money at the beginning to throw huge parties.
So after that we walked over (in the bloody rain) to the Maritime where a private party was being thrown and you could only get in if you were on the guest list, which we were, BUT first of all we went to the wrong door, then we decided to sit in the bar for a bit and have a couple of wines, THEN when we did find the correct door it was fucking jam packed, with a dip shit doorman who kept yelling at everyone to move back, even though if you did move back you were stood in the rain. I lasted 5 minutes and left. You know clubs aren't really my thing anyway and I wasn't going to stand there for 30 minutes waiting while this prick decided whether or not he was going to let us in. Are you kidding me? I don't think so.
So yeah I got home just after 11, ordered chinese, stuffed my face, watched The Amazing Race and went to bed. Good night, had fun...
God did I have cramps this morning, not sure if that's the chinese or my period? bloody horrible. AND no coffee, arrrggghhh, NOT a good start to my day. Although a very close pal of mine in Manchester is sending me via FTP files a copy of Photoshop 8 which is really sweet of him, I'm very grateful, can't really do much web work WITHOUT it.
Right then, better go hit the shower and get to the office. Don't care that it's not nice weather today as I'm in the basement all day, but apparently tomorrow it's going to be lovely, so I'll be sunning myself on that roof all day. Excellent.