Are you guilty of running late to every party so that you can text your girlfriends to tell you how it is? One of my girlfriends pulled this on me for the best party of the season. Penthouse, free drinks, full buffet of hot apps, wonderful people, and the biggest private roofdeck in manhattan. Who would want to miss this triple threat?? What a nice change from last weeks party in honor of a pet photographer that was held at Taj-bizarro people, the only free drinks were sex on the beach (weren’t those trumped by cosmos like 10 years ago) and the only food was frozen appetizers. I know it’s a recession but please. If I wanted a trader joe spanikopita I can stay home.
Anywhooo…all parties are a risk and a gamble because it’s your time. I always say, if you don’t like it you can always leave and make up some gracious excuse.
She helped me create not just outfits but a style statement for how I go out in the world in the morning. She’s given me a new sense of confidence, especially when I go to professional meetings