With the current ease of manipulation and then dissimulation of information came an over saturation of promotional information. This saturation comes in the form of flyers, emails, social network messages and groups. Every morning, i receive and invite to at least fourteen-teen or twenty seben heif new events on my facebook. I could chalk that off to my popularity and be happy about it (as the leo side of me wants to) but i have to be honest and think that this is a little over the top. With this being said, every once in a while, i encounter an event invite that is really worth while. A friend of mine i met out in Paris, someone whose actual name was very elusive to me, invited me to the FORnaRINA Urban FASHion Show.
Now, lets start with his name. When he was introduced to me, my friend Laura just said his name was Crazy, so i started thinking that was his name. then another called him paul. then his facebook said de. To this day i am not sure wat his name really is, but hes a cool cat either way.
Anyways. After the signup and printing of the tickets, i rushed out of class to meet MRint at the Carosel du Louvre to see what was really good with this fashion show. I mean, admittedly lame as i am, i had no idea who fornarina was or wat their brand was abt but they hooked me at urban fashion show. It seemed like the place i needed to be. As i rode the one train to the lourve, i had the usual pregame jitters. You know, when ur headed out, to meet a friend, go to a new club, hit a new party, you always get a lil nervous en route, wondering if its poppin schmackin, yankin. You kno. you worry if u will get in smoothly or if u will b subject to some form of hatred from the harbinger of Hate that is the bouncer community. (PS: i actually jocked some girl at the Glow concert for having a “I LOVE HATE” t, but really it would have been better if it was a i love hate from all but security. lol. Anyways. Again. As i pulled up, meaning, as i strolled over from the metro platform, i saw caught in a mixed emotional moment. I was struck but the extreme length of the line to get into the event. First, reassurance. Yes, i must be in the right spot. then anguish. Wat the fuck am i gonna do about this line? then, hope. Do i kno anybody in line ahead of me? then, sadness. I do but she is like three ppl ahead. Damn.
Once i finally got in the wait was worth the while, the hour while. There were hella (yea, hella) different rooms, a party room, a show room, a VIP drink for free room, a room with a giant pink dinosaur, a room with stupid amounts of pink bicycles… Really, it was like an adults playground. There was a dance floor (that heated up as the night went on), free heineken, all kinds of candy, and kettle corn. models doin interesting interpretive dance numbers telling stories of underwater kingdoms and stuff (yea, just a crazy as it sounds) and then to top it off, i get bumped dumb hard by security. Yea, i was just minding my business, watching the lil model show/story, and then some big ugly fake fabio ponytail mf nearly knocked me over. Im thinkin damn, again with the hate. But then all was put into perspective. I saw why space was being cleared. The bouncers had tried to subtly sneak Lindsay Lohan into the event. Two ppl away from me, following me around the world. I felt pretty good about wat i was doin with my life. Like the french say “La vie est BELLE”.
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