VIP for a night

Along with my invitation to the Max Azria show came an invitation to the private after party at Buddha Bar in NYC's hip meatpacking district. I did a double take. Was it an accident, or did they really want me there? Who cared! I called a New York friend and said "We're going!" It's good to have a friend that is up on all things cool in the city. She got us a reservation at Jean-George's Spice Market, where we had a leisurely dinner before arriving at the party fashionably (oh, I hoped!) late. The burly bouncer said we each needed an invitation. "But I'm on the list," I sort of whined, not really convinced that I was. He checked, and sure enough, there I was! The velvet rope was opened and we were in. Max Azria was at the door putting his coat on. I thought about thanking him for the invitation, but decided to play it cool. Didn't spot anyone famous or any models. Just a lot of regular looking people in fabulous looking clothes (ranging from a floor-length white gown to denim). No matter. I was on the list!