Last July, I was living and working
in New York City
as an all around Perl
monkey. I didn't really have that many friends
, so when somebody invited me to a party at Lotus
, I went despite the fact that trendy
people at these places generally dislike me.
So I am at this party, and I don't know anybody
. A random person introduces me to another random
person, until I unexpectedly meet Vera Wang
, the clothing designer. The conversation
winds towards a fashion show benefit for some Asian foundation that she is hosting. So here I am, being Asian
, and pushing 5'10" in my stilettos with jeans hiding my chicken legs. And she asks me would I like to volunteer as a model? (Do I look like I would work for free
? Hell yes=) I just had to show up at some preliminary trial..
A few days later, I sheepishly
wander into the preliminary trial at a nondescript building on Seventh Avenue
, and they (nondescript effeminate man and too-cool-for-me woman) fuss over me in the requisite manner, and out of the blue ask me to walk (Just.. walk? in a straight line?). So I walk, in what I consider a normal manner (Allow me to regress to 2 years ago when my mother
, attending one of my tennis matches, told me that I ran like one leg was shorter than the other..my MOTHER!). Their manner
changes, and they say that they will call me... and of course they never do. I return to coding, and tell nobody
of my experiences.