Tonight myself and my friend Rachel went to a fashion show in the Odeon in Dublin. Rachel won tickets in a
Brown Thomas competition she's not entirely sure she entered and offered the second one to me. We purely went for the free stuff but ended up sitting in the front row, right by the runway, so we got to see everything up close - all the models were insanely thin and skyscraper tall, but the clothes were pretty. It was all very bizarre and surreal, but we pretended we were in an episode of Sex and the City, minus the blood being thrown on fur.
The free stuff consisted of a catalogue and a scarf. Oh, and a pencil.
