By the way she looked I should've calmed down

so my flight from paris was delayed for a few hours, in which time i was sitting next to this dude with a ysl muse bag and louis vuitton luggage. i always wait till the last moment to board and lo and behold i end up sitting next to this same dude. i was window and he was in the middle and there was another chick. all of us young and on our own. weird huh. so OMG our tvs don't work, like just our row. and we're sitting in silence and I pull out british vogue and then 10 at which point the dude had to ask because he knows hardly anyone who reads 10. turns out he's an assistant to fashion at W.

so we're at the back of the plane and by the time food gets to us they're out of chicken and only have fish. to which the dude chucked a total fit, he's british so it was a lot of bloody hells, fucks and rattling of the chair in front. so that kinda broke the ice. and made me feel too bad to eat. so with no tv and no food we turned to drink. i guess we were rebelling. we had 4 or 5 white wines each, champagne, gin and vodka. on a empty stomach. and at very high altitudes.

we moved the drinking to the back of the plane. and severely pissed off several stewardesses by sitting on the emergency exit door. but we were having a cocktail party with w assistant, patrick lamenting about his german billionaire boyfriend who upon visiting him in paris said that he "missed missing him" and valerie the 18 yo, soul singing, new york au pair from amsterdam who kept saying that she would totally do patrick if he were straight. at one stage we were joined by the woman sitting in front of us who told me she couldn't believe she was speaking to me cause she saw me on the train in paris and thought i was so pretty i could be a model. it's so cool when you learn of a stranger's impression of you. it's reminds you that people are watching and judging all the time. then we were joined by marcelle a charming, old french man, a shoe designer who had on a pair of fabulous black patent oxfords.

alas it's a terrible mistake to drink so much on the plane. i was sick in the bathroom and only went back to my seat because we were landing. patrick returned shortly thereafter and we made a silent pact to act from now on that we did not know each other. valerie was talking and we were both ignoring her. well she was one person away from me so it was mainly patrick. the woman sitting behind us was complaining about us OBNOXIOUS people. i've never been called that. i mean we had NO TV lady.

when we finally landed patrick sprinted off and i hung around trying to distance myself. i think valerie was upset. customs was GRUESOME. sometime during the two hour wait i realized that i hadn't eaten for close to 20 hours and grew fearful that i would pass out. all visitors have to be interviewed and i had to be stuck behind this guy who's purpose to come to the us was to make "special hats". needless to say i was stuck for awhile.

when i finally got through and got my luggage this fucking nyu medical student grabbed my luggage off me and told me he'd drive me. one of those unaffiliated drivers who prey on people at the airport and charge you twice as fucking much. but i was too out of it to protest. he didn't know his way downtown and i was too weak to direct him so i just let him drive round and round. but finally got home. got rid of my stomach lining shoved a cracker in my mouth hopped into bed hoping i wouldn't die. and THAT was the most hellish night of my life.

anyways here are some photos from cph:
http://www.flickr.com/photos/21166080@N04/sets/72157604361866391/