AH! We went to fabulous fashion show.
and fabulous open bar. WHICH MAKES FOR FABULOUS WEDNESDAY NIGHT.

and we finally met guys who can fill the void of "token gay best friend." One was named Brandon and the other was named Johnathan. (CLEARLY my favorite is Brandon ;-)) They are both "performers," which I think means that they are male exotic dancers but they CLAIM that they are musical theatre people. They made fun of me for smiling awkwardly in all situations, but they were wearing very tight shirts.
My favorite moment from the night was when Brandon refered to this stupid cooter as "that fat bitch" which was EXACTLY what marie and i were thinking but didn't want to fess up to the fact that we are, in some instances, petty girls.

Now, question: did we actually get to see the fashion show? HELL NO! cigarettes and chitchat are (sometimes) more important than men in underwear.