My friend Jenni threw a fashion show on Thursday at this club Sonotheque. She rented it out and everything for free, and Legend was doing the filming, Lance was DJing, so I came early to help set up.
It ruled.

That one in the front in the green was so wasted that she grabbed someone from the crowd when she walked down the runway, and attempting to get up on the platform, stumbled off. Her final act of public drunkenness was to pull a camera out of her ass and take a picture of herself once she'd fallen. Lovely.

The models were great, the designers were great, everything was fun. We went to Evil Olive afterwards, this martini bar-type place I guess, and it was okay. It's always "okay". Everyone went there after the fashion show so that was pretty cool, but me and Lance had to walk back to his pace in the snow and rain and slush and wind and negative degree weather because there were NO FUCKING TAXIS!
In other news though, I've been sick as shit. Along with some flu-ish thing, birth control's throwing me out of whack and I'm weak all the time and super sleepy. I was going to go out last night but I fell asleep at 8PM and woke up at like 1:30PM. Argh.
I'm taking six classes, too, two on Mondays and one every other day except Saturday and Sunday. I should be enjoying my time off, damnit!
Oh and, most hilarious thing ever, I met Chicago nightlife photographer Kyle LaValley last night, who was taking the photos. She told me about this time she met Mark Cobrasnake and she was super drunk, and she goes "Are you Mark?"
"Yes."
"Mark Cobrasnake?"
"Yes."
"FUCK YOU! I'M THE
CHICAGOSNAKE, MOTHERFUCKER!"
This was hilarious to me because she is this little girl, and yeah. That's all.