TEA vs. FASHION

People who know (let me tell you, there aren't many, not due to my mystical character but due to the lack of friends) would know that I would be more comfortable on a book signing party, some kind of exhibition or just at home playing SIMS. Yet, the person who knows me best, put in my name on a guest-list for the biggest fashion event opening party happening on the island. She told me what to wear, so I saved three precious hours of staring in my wardrobe, crying my eyes out as I have nothing to wear.

But Saturday came as the neuroses too. In order to be comfortable in the world that is in a different dimension of mine and actually have something to say to superior, beautiful, tall women and gay guys I had to down three cosmopolitans. And you know what, it worked!

All loosened up, we arrived at the Runway Opening Party, walking in circles of Palace Hotel to find the red carpet. There wasn’t just a red carpet, there was a photographer! I didn’t even get in the party, the imaginable happened. He wanted to take a picture of us, as he did of all the arriving parties. Scary is never good!

Once inside, I run to the bar, only to realize I lost my money! But I had friends there, so very soon I had my glass of opium giving myself permission to look around and comprehend what is going on. That was when I wished that the glass was filled with absinthe containing few drops of rat poison.

While still hanging around the bar, that’s the promise I made to myself ’stick to the bar!’ Saw a friend in a suit and tag on his left breast pocket. He is a manager of a hotel catering, or something like that. He offered me a job and gave me his number which I lost too. So, I was tipsy with a job offer. 2:0 Tea vs. Fashion World.

On the door I saw Pavli, from PavliStyle. Finally a familiar face. Chit-chat, blah blah, she asked me whether I will be coming to the Fashion Shows the next day. There was no way I am going to pay for a glimpse into a parallel universe where I felt socially awkward. She was like ’No, honey, come as Pavlistyle press, anyway it would be awesome to have somebody there to be my eyes and you could write a review of the whole event.’ So let me count again, tipsy with a job offer, free entrance to a VIP event and I’ll be there PRESS. 4:0 Tea vs. Fashion.

After a second glass I started talking to other people, laughing, and there was yet another face I interacted with. Paddy, a friend of a friend of a friend that I haven’t seen in ages, so we had a lot to talk about. How the party was coming to its close, Paddy and me decided to continua drinking some place else. 5:0 Tea vs. Fashion.

To sum up, I won. I had fun at the party, saw some people and met new ones, was taken a photo of on a red carpet, got a job offer and a VIP pass as press. I say, Well Done.