Last night, I was sitting watching Bethenny Ever After when I got a press release in my inbox. “For images of Emma Stone’s Lanvin dress at 2012 MET Gala earlier this evening, please contact me,” said the publicist who sent it.
“Are my eyes fooling me?” I asked myself. “Or was the gala really this evening?”
Because there I was, sitting in an old pair of velour sweatpants that sag in the ass, Caleb’s wife beater, and a Uniqlo cashmere sweater. If I had known that the Costume Institute Gala was taking place, I at least would have put on a pair of leggings and a bra.