Today is the first official day of the Spring 2011 season for Fashion Funhouse Emporium.
Last season I broke my camera with my elbow, fell down the steps and hit my face into a wall. This season, I got hit by a cab on my way to pick up my credentials. My friend Jamar is calling it "The Fashion Week Curse."
Like most New Yorkers, getting hit by a cab is bound to happen at some point or another. For this lucky, clumsy girl, it sounded, and apparently looked worse than it actually was. I was crossing the street, while the walk sign was a go. Did I mention I had the walk sign...that said "hey, pedestrian, go ahead, walk across the street. No, seriously, its your turn." Out of the corner of my eye, I saw this huge yellow car coming at me. In a breif second, I thought "This dude is going to hit me." Sure enough, seconds later, I attempted to dodge the car's bumper, which hit me in the ass anyway. I fell on the cross walk. He stopped. I hopped up with only a scrape on my elbow. The passenger, a very nice (and well dressed woman) rushed out of the cab screaming "Oh MY GOD ARE YOU OKAY?? ARE YOU OKAY?" She made the cab driver get out and give me his information. Stunned bystanders were shouting, " look at your arm? Are you sure you're okay??" I was fine, and the tiny scrape on my elbow was just a reminder of what my entire body could of looked like if I wouldn't have jumped out of the way--or sort of jumped out of the way.
I can't imagine what it must of looked like to them, seeing this 115 pound girl getting knocked down by a massive yellow passenger car. For me, I didn't knock my noggin, got a little cut and therefore, I was laughing. I said " Ive been living in New York for 8 years. I was wondering when I'd get hit by a cab!" Nothing but stunned silence from on lookers. Tough crowd! One woman demanded that I walk around to make sure I was okay. Another said I should go to the hospital right away.
I refused an ambulance. I had to make it uptown to pick up my Mercedes Benz Fashion Week press credential pass before the office closed. Don't they know its fashion week? Who says fashion people are divas? If anything, I'd give this advice: just because the signal is a lit up white guy that means walk, doesn't mean drivers are paying attention. I reported the driver to NYC's Taxi, Limousine and Car bureau for this reason only. Secondly, you can let a hit by a car ruin your day, or you can get up, check yourself out and go on your way. Just be thankful that it wasn't worse.
With that anticdode, its time for fashion week. Today, I will try my best to make it to the all the shows I was invited to and have my review for you this evening or tomorrow AM.
I just hope the color yellow is not included in any of these collections, for I might feel a bias and give a scathing critique.
