A wee bit disappointed in myself...

I did not take full advantage of "Fashion's Night Out" tonight. I am disappointed in myself as a fashionista, as a NYer, and as an American. I feel like it's the night/early morning when I realize that Halloween is over, and I am forced to take off my costume and go to sleep, knowing that I will inevitably wake up only to buy a Milky Way from Duane Reade the next morning, because, somehow, I didn't snag a single one.

I want to do it over!! I want to do it right!! I so hope that they have another one!

I did my part in stimulating the economy (yay), but bought my eighth AND NINTH American Apparel men's deep V shirts (...yay?). I needed them. I did. I somehow still crave one of the Fashion's Night Out t's though... couldn't find the suckers. (If any store has extra stock and loves me just enough...!) Apparently there was champagne a flowin' in various locations throughout Manhattan...none of which we happened upon. I knew that we should've hit Bloomies. You can never go wrong with Bloomies. Tonight was, of course, delightful all the same, and a great girls' night, but our impromptu hitting of the event made me crave the swank.

You can find me at Duane Reade tomorrow... buying a Milky Way... and champagne.


*I hate that word, I rescind. It just seems so... uncool? I'm pretty sure that I have never once heard someone actually in the fashion world use it. (I used to work for Adam + Eve, then for an incredible stylist, Laura Ferrara. Good, good times. The Bryant Park tents beckoned to me today from their lofty states, taunting me into nostalgia for that 6th Row seat at DVF. 6th Row = amazing experience, but still with some room for improvement. To be actualized some day soon... Mmmmm the goody bags..)