Friday night, I went to a fashion show. It was fantastic and yet very bizarre. Talk about being out of your element (Hello Fantastic Abby if you are reading this). I snuck into the scene and kinda hid in the background with my VIP pass that I got for free. After the show (which wasn't that fantastic) I started to drink some wine and just relax and try to meet people. This is where I met the model. She was just a little bit crazy and I ended up going back to her place in between the show and the VIP party. Without her, I might not have actually ended up going at all to the post-party. We get to the party and the craziness begins. People think that I'm a model. Not just one or two but several people were asking if I had a card and if I've ever been a model before (Woohoo for my self-esteem).
I ended up meeting several of the designers and an up-and-coming designer along with several models (one of the males ones might have checked me out) and hair designers. The hair designer wants to have me in his runway show (The HairBall--maybe?) and wants to do my hair and also wants to do me. He's 29 with a boyfriend, kids, and a crazy coke-addicted friend/fellow stylist. I think in this case, I will not be sleeping my way to the top of the hair/fashion world in St. Louis, but we'll see what I can get in the meantime. Wouldn't that be awesome if yours truly were a model. Who would have ever thought? I go from having my mother cut my hair into the basic bowl cut of the nineties to having my hair designed for a show. I'm definitely not tall enough to be a model but I can fake anything. After seeing the models on the runway, I believe that all modeling is just acting anyway.
We will have to see what happens exactly with that. I'm having boy issues that will have to be saved for a post in the near future. Grey's Anatomy was devastating tonight (possibly because of my horrible mood). I'm working way too many hours without any sleep and all I want to do is curl into bed for several days. Connecticut in a week and a half. Landlord is coming over in the morning to prolong my sleep even more. Friends are coming into St. Louis after the semester at school. Friends are leaving forever to Arizona (Kirby!). Triumphs? Tragedies? Which one means more?