My roommate and I were invited to the Catherine Malandrino after party at 1 Oak last night. I knew I needed to get home early to go through several costume changes before attending the soirée.
For some reason yesterday, I took all of the wrong turns.
I got on the Q train instead of the D train. Of course I didn’t realize this until the “Ding Dong” of the subway doors. “Oh damn.” I said as I was expressed to 34th street.
Once I exited at 14th street I reluctantly walked my way over to Sixth Ave to get on the F train where I got out on the 2nd Avenue exit instead of the 1st Avenue exit.
I had been distracted all day at work. “Get it together” I grumbled to myself finally getting home.
I walked into my apartment to see my roommate looking like she had been hit by a truck.
“What happened to you?” I said
She said she was exaughted; she had been working back stage all day getting models ready for the runway shows.
“I don’t think I want to go to the party.” She said curling up on the couch.
“Oh, we’re going. Take a disco nap and get it together.” I said actually putting on Disco music.
Upside down
Boy, you turn me
Inside out
And round and round
“OK I go get ready!” Virginie said jumping off of the couch, singing Diana Ross lyrics.
She is so easy to persuaded.
We cabbed it over to 1 Oak in the Meatpacking District picking up Chris on the way. We all chatted nonstop until we got to 14th Street and 9th Ave where we spotted the Armani billboard of David Beckham. “Oh MY GOD! That’s going to make someone get in an accident!” I said clutching my chest. I seconded by Virginie’s “Oh la la’s” and Chris’ “God bless him.”
When we arrived at 1 Oak, I was impressed by the interior of the venue. It’s a beautiful club with a sweet fireplace, wooden walls, and the staff was utterly friendly.
We walked in and were greeted by a line of model like cocktail waitresses poised, and holding trays full of Pomegranate Martinis.
The place filled to capacity within the hour. Catherine Malandrino breezed in with her husband and business partne in tow, alongside celebrity (gorgeous) chef Todd English. Mr. English was accompanied by model Veronica Webb sporting a short Rihanna's like bob haircut.
Chris ducked out early having his fill of champagne cocktails and Pomegranate Martinis. Virginie and I danced and flirted with the copious amounts of good looking men that filled the room. It almost felt Spring like last night- everyone so giddy, flirtatious, or maybe it was just the open bar. New Yorkers love their fashion parties and their (free) cocktails.
