So much happened last night, that we are going to break up the posts by location. First stop was Dior where we got to go in early for the VIP/press shenanigans. (I just spent two minutes figuring out how to spell that.) One of us (hint hint not moi) knows how to be on time and came early enough to get her make-up done by a Dior artist (I was so jealous!) and get Vogue’s September issue signed by cover girl Charlize Theron! I, on the other hand, was very late and as soon as it was my turn to get my Vogue signed, someone came over to Charlize and told her it was time to go. Oh well. The champagne was not flowing in the fashion we require, so we set our sights on Bergdorf’s. That was a j.o.k.e. See picture below:

The unwashed masses huddled in front of Bergdorf's

As this Iphone picture unclearly shows you, there were way too many peeps and we feared way too few drinks. Undeterred, we then went to Prada and met Grace Coddington (The creative director of Vogue and the redhead who provided all the laughs in The September Issue) She was amazing and when we asked her to sign our Vogue–in true Grace fashion–she told us it was the woman next to hers cover (oops, we forgot her name) and thought she should sign it. So both Grace and the unidentified Vogue staffer autographed our mag. Most people would have taken credit and signed it no questions asked, this is why we heart Grace. My blogner got Grace fever and spent the rest of the night telling me how she thinks she should frizz out her hair a la Grace.

Grace Coddington of Vogue

The screaming teeny bopper next to me had Grace sign her t-shirt and as we were trying to not get trampled, who do we run into you ask? Patrick Robinson, head designer for the Gap. He was uber-adorable–pictures do not do this man justice! He even kissed us goodbye and massaged my blogner’s shoulder to “examine” if the shoulder pad in her blazer was sufficient. (Score!) In a champagne haze my blogner said she could have “had that,” and I think she was probably right. On a totally different note when it comes to dating men with connections one woman has trumped all others, Salma Hayek. She’s boning the head of LVMH! Get it, girl. That spells all the Dior, LV, and Marc Jacobs you can handle for a lifetime. We can dream… There goes my ADD again.

Ok back to Prada! As we were about to leave we ran into Michael Urie.  A few months ago I went to a fundraiser for Julliard and he was the host. The place was crawling with bankers who had no clue who he was, I was pretty much the only person who recognized him from Ugly Betty and subsequently the only person who approached him when he left the stage. (He called my name when I won the raffle and butchered it so badly I figured I could use that as an icebreaker). So we talked to him and I actually said “Do you remember me from the Julliard event? We spoke after the raffle.” haha. There goes self-importance for you. He said yes, which I initially thought was a lie, but he probably did since I was the only person there that knew who he was. Then we headed to Henri Bendel, which is exactly the type of store that could benefit from this event. (Case in point: I bought a lip gloss.) It was a bit of a madhouse, but after a few glasses of champagne the average woman can be talked into buying some make-up. Unfortunately, this is the closest we ever got to a drink at Bendel:

Tear...

We then stopped into Just Cavalli, where they were ALSO out of drinks, but had this to offer us:

Chocolate selection at Cavalli

Who eats chocolate during fashion week, in front of models no less!?! Has anyone ever heard of a CHAMPAGNE CAMPAIGN AROUND HERE!?!??