The big chill

I think the chances of another 80° day this October are slim, now that this cold snap has hit, and every weather forecaster rejoiced when they got it right for once.

At least it hadn't gotten cold yet this past Thursday when I was having the most miserable time in New York. I'd been invited to an event at the Anthropologie show room to preview the BHLDN spring line. The evening promised drinks, hors d'eouvres, a photobooth and hair stylists from Dry Bar. Overall, it sounded like it would be a really fun event.

All day long on Thursday it down poured and I was thinking I might just skip it and stay cozy and dry at home, but then the rain let up, I checked the train times and realized if I wanted to go I'd have to be out the door in under 20 minutes. The event did sound like it would be really fun, so I hustled to get ready, sped to the train station, bolted (in heels) all the way to the last platform (why are the Metro North trains always on the last platform?) and got there just in time to watch the train roll away.

The next train was only 40 minutes later, and it was an express train, so I rationalized I'd only be 30 minutes late, and took it. That train ended up arriving in Grand Central over 10 minutes late. I went to grab a cab, but the line was five people deep and not moving, so I gave up and decided to walk - it would only 15 minutes. I would only be an hour late.

I walked half a mile in the wrong direction. I finally got a cab. It was rush hour traffic. I would only be an hour and a half late. At last, I was on the right street going the right way, and I walked right passed the address. I backtracked to discover the destination was a big black metal door with no outside handle sandwiched between a Moroccan restaurant and a hair salon.

I didn't know what to do. I looked at BHLDN's instagram account and saw photos of the bloggers who had managed to be punctual sipping champaign and getting their hair done. I sobbed. I didn't know what to do, so I went to Starbucks, got a cup of tea, called my Mom, cried, and then went home.

I suppose if there is a moral to this story it's always be on time, or always make sure you have an event coordinators phone number. One of those.

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The Rundown
Chevron Dress c/o London Times similar
Fur Vest American Eagle via TJMaxx similar
Boots Migliorini via TJMaxx buy on ebay similar
Willis Bag Vintage Coach thrifted
Pave Disc Necklace Avon
Fatima Bracelet c/o Gorjana & Griffin
Gold Bracelets The Cavernous Jewelry Box
Gold Twisted Bracelet The Cavernous Jewerly Box similar
Spike Bracelet "Baby B" c/o Marrin Costello
Thin Gold Rings Etsy via Sweet Olive Jewelry
Antler Ring House of Harlow
Nail Color "Deep Blue Red" Mode

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