Fashion’s Night Out… ohhhhh… that.
I went to the Ace Hotel and saw Miss Piggy do her damn thang, and then I tried to go to a model club. Even though I was there with two serious models… serious-blonde-tall-real-deal-f’n-tall-blonde models, a fashion photographer, a serious fashion blogger, and some elves, we couldn’t get in without paying silly amounts of money… silly.
What’s silly?
Anything over $0.00.
I will never pay to pay for drinks, and you shouldn’t either. The only reason these kinds of douche holes exist is because people actually pay their cover charges.
So…
We went to the Hog and Heifers, a bar catering to people who like to drink and like to take their bras off. Even considering the time, money, and effort I had put into my tuxedo, I couldn’t say no when the bouncer told me I had to take my tie off because it was part off their dress code. Yeah, no ties allowed.
And… guess what. There were some edgy, tattooed models there too.
