A smokey room full of models, a hip indie guitar-wailing musician, and a wildly overcrowded open bar.
This was the Nasty Gal party that my buddy, the Fashion Munster (aka Isaiah Garza) so kindly got me into.
It was, to be quite honest, the neatest party I've been to in a while ('neat's' still cool to say, right?).
True, the open bar may have been to blame for the halo of optimism surrounding the experience, but the supa groovy musician (groovy makes sense here, I promise) and disco decor certainly didn't hurt.
I also ran into like a gazillion bloggers (more like a katrillion), and naturally accosted them all.
It was kind of surreal, actually - to see so many faces up close and personal that I'm only used to gawking at a l'ordinateur.
They're real live humans!
And so begins and ends my life as a part of the in-crowd.
Ah well -
it was mildly-fun-but-moreso-surreal-and-awkward while it lasted.
PS: Apologies for the repeat outfit offender. My suitcase was only so big. Do note, however, how my idea of a day-to-night transition manifests itself in the addition of an oversized white t-shirt. #bum