I'll stick to what I know

I haven't driven a car since I got my license at 17. Thus, although I know the difference between a Cadillac and a Ford, I don't really consider myself a car expert. As a result, if you asked me to go to a car show, I would probably tell you that it's not really my thing and refrain.

I have now learned that I should apply the same reasoning to fashion shows. Obviously, I have more experience with the purchase of clothes (nudism is not for me) but I stick to the department stores and AnnTaylor Loft and thus would not consider myself a fashion expert. Nevertheless, when I was invited by a friend to attend the Tibi fashion show last night somehow I felt compelled to attend. Wrong decision.

The tent at Bryant Park was mobbed with people so excited about fashion that they were willing to wait on line two hours to get a free pair of plastic flip-flops (but they're Haviana flip-flops you might say - um, they're still little pieces of plastic). Chaos and high heels reigned - although I came armed with my newest Manolo Blahniks (OK, I know a thing or two about shoes), I abhor chaos of all sorts. Six different people gave me six different directions on where I should be, where I should line up and how I should get in to the show. After waiting on one line for over half an hour, I finally found the sign in table, only to be told that the show was full and closed and, indeed, starting. There were hundreds of skinny women in high, high heels waiting in massive lines for the show and they were only able to figure out it had begun because a live feed was sent to a big screen in the middle of the room! As I glanced at the screen, the first few models paraded down the runway and I have to say, I was not impressed with the Tibi clothes in the show. So I promptly left the tent, caught a cab and made it home in time to watch all my Sunday shows - much better.