“I’m wearing my fucking Chanel shoes!”
Last Thursday was Fashion’s Night Out in New York City.
Also known as, a bunch of fashionistas and gay guys dressed to the nines, on a shop crawl. I (Heather) was out in Soho soaking up the scene and taking pictures, naturally. It was an amazing night. Free booze, celebrities, models, designers, all out celebrating one of the things that makes this city so great. People were stumbling down the cobblestone of Mercer Street with their wine glasses in hand. Apparently, some stores were handing out alcohol to go. Some people got pretty drunk, pretty quickly.
I was roaming with my friends when I passed by a girl in a pill box hat for the second time that night. We were waiting on the corner for the drunk people in our party to catch up. Pill Box Hat had a wasted gay friend lagging behind her. He was wearing a flashdancesque shirt with a cut off collar and baggy pants. He also had a bowl cut and was carrying an oversized orange leather purse. All of the sudden he stopped right in front of us and said as loudly as he could “I JUST NEED A FUCKING CIGARETTE! I just need to fucking smoke. I need a cigarette RIGHT NOW! RIGHT NOW!” Pill box hat was sloshed herself and turned around, clearly annoyed by his sudden increase in volume and unwillingness to keep it moving. There was apparently more drink to be had and she was in a hurry to get there.
“Come on,” she yelled back. “I’m wearing my fucking Chanel shoes!” I took a look at her feet and sure enough she was teetering on black four-inch heels. It was raining and she was so smashed she couldn’t stand still. “I’ll roll you a fucking cigarette when we fucking get there!” I was surprised she hadn’t fallen over yet as she swayed back and forth.
He was having none of this and continued his bellowing. “I JUST NEED TO FUCKING SMOKE! RIGHT! NOW!” They yelled at each other for another minute when she finally dragged his sorry nicotine addicted ass off towards the next location. Their sober friend was bringing up the rear and stopped to apologize to us for their behavior. “I’m so sorry about my friends. They are having a little too much fun and a little too much to drink. Ok fine, they are trashed.” He waved goodbye and sighed as he left. My friends and I were laughing hysterically.
After walking around for another hour and loosing two of our own drunks we saw Pill Box Hat, Fucking Smoker, and their friend again. He recognized and us and said “Hey, they are still drunk!” as he followed them to the next bar.
Image by Heather
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