Last night we had an issue release party hosted by St. Germain at the penthouse of our director. Bond St sushi, cocktails, and pretty people, oh my!
I was wearing a dress from the fashion closet (before you get jealous, our fashion closet is literally the size of a closet, nothing like The Devil Wears Prada). I couldn't remember the name of the designer I was wearing, so I alternately told people that it was from Target or that I had made it myself. Telling random lies to strangers never ceases to amuse me.
Here I am posing (note my "sexyface") with Nick and Daniel from the office:
Here I am drunkenly embracing Cayte, Tori, and Daniel (still sexyfacing):
A lot of celebs were supposed to come (Billy Joel, where were you???), but the only one who showed was Keith from last season of Project Runway. I love PR, so I inserted myself into his general vicinity, and he told me about a time when he peed on a plant and it died. Team Keith!
After knocking back enough free drinks, we all made our way over to Lit for some dancing. I have no pictures of that bacchannal, which is probably for the best if I ever decide to publish a novel or run for public office.
My weekend will be spent recuperating. See y'all Monday!