Drunk and Pret-a-Porter

this saturday has got to be one of the best ever after many months of not stepping out of the village.

courtesy of mr sam yeo, fashionista extraordinaire and robinson's extreme makeover specialist, he had lynda and my name on the list of deserving people who are privileged to attend the s'pore fashion fest and get plastered on free-flow of white sparkling wine, chow on platters of fancy finger-food and do lots and lots of air-kissing with people we barely know. getting pissed high at 2pm was definitely it.


me, lynda and sam. lynda is seen holding her 14th glass of white sparkling wine.


the host was considerate enough to allow us the privilege of a non-stop 1.5 hours free-flow of booze before they finally decided that the cellar was running dry, and promptly herded us into the main hall where the runway was. we would have loved to accept the front row seat by the runway but i had a major fell out with karl lagerfeld, and hence we decided to avoid the front row VIP seating where he was seated.


lynda smuggled her 22nd glass of sparkling wine into the runway hall.


and the catwalk... all models were made to go through an extremely stringent nutrition test before they are allowed on the runway. anyone above 30kg do not qualify.


the fashion catwalk took place under the watchful eyes of sam (right), to make sure that no models were caught nibbling on anything remotely transfat or fibrous behind stage.


at the end of it all, all kudos to sam. great job at getting me totally plastered on a saturday afternoon, and oh, i frigging love the goody bag (especially the voucher to a top salon for hairdressing, i needed one badly).

the afternoon did not end there, lynda and i made a clear and alcohol-induced decision to continue our orchard road sojourn by going shopping.


"it's okay to shop senselessly and swipe my card liberally cos i'm drunk and i am legally incapable of making a well-informed decision..."


after coffee, we sobered up and realised the whole gravity of the credit card-swiping situation we were in. we promised to repent and mend our ways of wanton retail misadventure for the afternoon, but not after we make our way to the heeren mall cos' we heard there was a sale going on there. onward march! and oh, i got myself another piercing, on the right ear this time round.