Landing in Paris

$57 dollars in mags.

Sky is the limit.

I plan on being famous for something before I leave gay Paris.

Lodging: Hotel Pont Royal. I'm kinda scared it's for fancy OLD people.

Oh, I forgot to say that my shoes are Donald J Pliner. So yesterday and butch. Anyway, I will throw them away as soon as I find something hot on the streets.

My traveling partner Lolita Marvelous is on a different flight. She lands 6 hours before I do and has a larger splurge budget. I will be sure to itemize all her purchases. She just might show up in those duds in the Nob Hill Gazette.

Questions I hope to answer:

What the heck is fashion week?
Do we really see into the future of what we will be wearing?
Will we be able to get into some amazing private parties?
Will we sleep?
Will we fit in?
Will the women in Paris look incredible as usual or have the Bay Area woman passed them up in health and style?
How many designers will hear about Brandhabit for the first time?
How many already know about it?
Will these runway clothes translate and have some meaning to my every day dressing and that of our Brandhabit audience?
What will be more exciting the show or the crowd?
Will Gwen P be there?
How many famous people will I get my photo with?
How many will end up flying to California for a visit?
Will I actually leave Paris?

Umm.... I know the answer to the last question. But we all have our fantasys.

We taxi now out on the runway. Next stop Paris

Oh #*&+@ just realized I left my $150 silver hoop earrings from Taloolah at security. That was a key part of my feeble look. A true fashion emergency is at hand.