Tonight's line-up is causing a frenzy among the crowd. They moved the media lounge (more on this later) closer to the runway - makes sense. Scheduled to rock is comrags at 8pm and David Dixon at 9pm. I came here for the Dixon show but found myself entering the comrags show; seems like they were behind schedule (jokes on them as it would seem the comrag show is "By Invite Only") and having to get this blog up and running live on site, I only had time for the one show (sorry, David my love, another day, another lifetime).

Chaotic Shenanigan #1: The Media Lounge

"Umm... hi. My name is Michelle and who might you be?"
"Oh me? My name is Media Lounge Buffet. Glad you can make it tonight."

Umm... hi.

I got there just in time to comfortably sit and enjoy my meal as a hord of hungry media folk came in after me and beelined for the buffet table. A lovely lady who freelances for a fashion magazine and web site joined me since there were not enough seats.

Chaotic Shenanigan #2: Purple Hair and Chocolate

'Nuff said.

Chaotic Shenanigan #3: I'm an idiot

Allow me to elabourate: In order for me to pose for what I thought would make a hilarious photo (see above of me with the limbless mannequin), I chose to remove my oh-so-trusty MEDIA PASS, throwing it down in a pile with my coat and "journalist" material (i.e: notebook). Seeing how crazy the crowd was getting we decided to hop over to the media line to grab our seats. It was here where my jaw dropped. WHERE THE FUCK IS MY FUCKING MEDIA PASS!? My boss is SO gonna fucking kill me. And if you saw him, you'd believe it too. Here is a picture of me at a friend's recent birthday party (Happy Birthday Kat!) punching my boss, with his consent, after doing a shot of vodka:

Okay... now imagine that REVERSED! *He would fucking destroy me with his bear-like hands! And if he didn't, then possibly those at FT would. Anyway, on with the story... we went back but of course, the pass was gone. We then Nancy Drew'd to a nearby crowd who were saying a man found it and gave it to a blond woman. Hoping said blond woman worked there we asked any blond woman nearby if anything was turned in - to no avail. Back to the scene of the crime it was (with me and a panicked look on my face) and the man who originally picked it up caught us and said the blond woman said it was hers but he'll go and get it back. The nerve of that fucking bitch!!! (I warned you about the F-Bombs). So the gentleman gave it back to me and I told him he was my new best friend.

Unprofessional sidebar: he was an attractive dark-skinned man with a striking sweater and blazer on top. Sir, if you're reading this, my name's Michelle, I'm available and I'm not always this incompetent.

Chaotic Shenanigan #4: The Show

The line-up was a mess. I wished one of the volunteer girls good luck and she nervously laughed but I knew what she meant ("Just get in the line like the cattle you are!). We sat down for the non-David Dixon show wherein afterwards, I bolted out of that sea of fashionistas to tell my tale of woe.

*Truth be told, my boss is actually a big ol' teddy bear and he would NEVER hurt a living soul - especially a woman. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to go nurse my broken thumbs back to health.

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