I went with a few friends to my very first fashion show this weekend. No, I wasn’t there to model some hot man-panties for all to see. I was merely a spectator at the West 18th St. Fashion Show on Saturday night. I never really thought I’d find myself standing around watching fashion nonstop for an hour and a half, but I was told that I would also be attending an “after-party” following the event thanks to a hookup of my friend Rachel. Having drinks with models at a party sounded like a pretty spectacular way to spend an evening so I was in without hesitation. Little did I know, the party plans fell through, but it was still a good time anyway.

The event took place on (you guessed it) 18th St. in the Crossroads District. The stage area was outside and took up an entire block. It sounds like that would be plenty of room for a fashion show, but it was actually packed pretty full with people. The emcee came out and spoke about how they’re looking to move to a new venue farther north but need to raise $50,000 to do so. I’m guessing that this means they’re going to try to build some sort of fashion dome or something. Anyway, the show got underway to the scene of a couple dozen people of all shapes and sizes dancing around in swimwear.

The beginning seemed a little unorganized as the models just kind of danced around while looking at each other and laughing. The woman in front of me turned to her boyfriend and said, “Maybe they could spend that $50,000 on some new swimsuits.” Ouch! Nevertheless, the show began and it was better than the start of the show.

I don’t know a ton about what fashion shows are like, but I knew two things for sure: 1) there would probably be some female eye candy throughout the evening and 2) there would likely be a lot of freaky, weird clothes.  The former was hard to really tell most of the time because of the makeup, but the latter was on full display.

That’s right, the dude is wearing a peacock outfit. I cannot imagine a scenario where this would pass as acceptable.

Hey, Guys!  What’s going on?  What do you mean what am I wearing?  Oh this?  I’m just getting comfortable.  You know, just another night at Hoopers.  Any of you guys want to play some shuffleboard?  No?

One person also wore a hat that looked like it belonged to the Tin Man.

The kids were pretty darn cute, too.  That is, when they weren’t being lead out hand-in-hand by an adult in a giant horse’s head.

Not all the clothes were bizarre, though.  There were some cool things, as well.  My favorite group was by a designer who created clothes that could change into other clothes.  It was like the Transformers!  Well, except for the fact that a pair of slacks turned into a skirt and not a firetruck…

The show ended up being a really good time.  Sure, it was a little odd at times, but it was great to do something different for a change.  It’s always good when there are things going on during the weekend that aren’t centered around just going to the bar.  I say that because I’m, like, really cultured and stuff.

Afterwords, our group went out to The Cigar Box for a little bit and ended up at Grinders for the remainder of the night.  Somehow, our friend Ashley told us that everyone thinks that her bird looks like a banana peel.  Not knowing how that could be the case, she decided to draw it on a napkin, and soon we each took turns drawing our own birds.

I easily had the worst drawing of the four of us.  It’s not even close.  My bird looks like some freak mutation.  And it looks like it has four legs.  Mine is on the bottom right.

Needless to say, a night that began with artsy concepts ended with something that was anything but.

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