NYC's Fashion's Night Out was...
And when I say "crowded", I don't mean the 6pm-at-the-grocery-store kind of crowded.
This was more along the lines of the awkward-feel-up-random-strangers-mosh-pit-reminiscent-I-definitely-just-picked-someone-else's-wedgie kind of crowded that I obviously adore.
I do not adore it. At all.
Which is why I lasted all of about one hour amidst the hustle and bustle and surprisingly poorly dressed street life of the "epic" one night affair.
It's a shame, too, because if there's one night that fosters the phenomenon of fashion-insider name dropping, it's this one. Every store and it's mother invites bloggers, socialites and celebrities (like Kim K!) to pose, chat up guests, and lend their overall vibe of important-person-cool to the store for an hour or so of "champagne and conversation".
I would have rather played DDR, but
... yeah. That didn't happen.
So all in all, nothing much went down.
Oh. Except all of my wildest dreams came true.