Fashion Week Keeps Going, Why Are We Still Eating??

So Heatherette was really awesome last night. As our fashion editor said, "Faggots and trannies and freaks, oh my!" They invited about five hundred too many people, so there was a crowd outside in the cold that they wouldn't even let into the tents. We had to sneak in with our friend Lizzie G., who has a broken foot and didn't have to wait in line.

The boys opened the show with dancers in neon and white under blacklights, who basically whipped the crowd of downtown maniacs into a frenzy. Then the models stomped out, wearing zany, colorful, and sometimes beautiful outfits that no one could ever wear. One male model even strutted out with a naked ass, which was surprisingly unsexy. Baby ballerinas made appearances, our pal Lydia H. appeared as Dorothy, and Amanda L. showed up as Glinda. But our favorite moment of all, of course, was when crazy cat Kimora Lee Simmons closed the show. She looked amazing and suspiciously young.

We stopped by the afterparty at Roseland, where every gay ever was enjoying the open bar and Danity Kane. By every gay, of course, we mean Alan Cumming and Fabian Basabe. The low point of the evening was seeing that gorgeous guy we started dating last year before we left for Spain, because he was on the arm of his new boyfriend. The high point was realizing that said boyfriend had both the hair and conversational skills of a wallaroo.

Then we went home early, cold and alone, and made Ramen. Oh, the fabulous life.