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This week, the social calendar's thin, cocaine-dusted,
razor-sharp edge draws the line between the blogger and the
cewebrity. Welcome, friends, to Fashion Week.
In this blitz of parties, drugs, alcohol and celebrities, only
the cream of the cewebrity sub-culture get the opportunity, in
direct invite or lucky +1 form, to dress up like presentable human
beings, practice their social skills in front of mirrors, and then
emerge into the 11pm evening to hobnob with, then write about, lots
of, um, celebrities.
In the spirit of the DNC, the select blogerati is being drawn
from their lairs with gaudy, glitter encrusted offers to partake in
various "Not to be Missed" events. This week will be a record of our
third-party reviews of first-hand accounts read and accumulated from
web pages and emails. Confusing? Good! Stay tuned! We'll tell you
who went where, when, and, like, totally how they dressed. Finally,
an opportunity to follow through with the "Cewebrity Hairstyle Oops"
edition, promised so long
ago. Do it up, superstars.
Oh, and if it's just another week in September for you, and
you're not sitting, cross-legged, over a stack of invitations,
deciding which high-class hotspot to traipse about with camera and
notepad each night this week, then you're a loser, and there's no
two ways about it.
Oh, and by way of unexpected self-deprecating twist, does anyone
have an extra +1 to anything this week? Seriously. We have nothing
to do. Seriously.
