The unfashionable attends a high fashion runway show.

The unfashionable attends a high fashion runway show.

With friends here and there in the world of entertainment, I dabble in the rewards of their ability to have fast-paced careers that include freebies.

Thursday night, my friend Stace of Base had organized a Betsey Johnson runway show at the W in old town Scottsdale. Betsey Johnson equals splurge purchase if ever. I covet her collections. Usually I wear the most extravagant while I'm in my bed, dreaming. Old town Scottsdale (or any area in Scottsdale, really) is NOT for the t-shirt and jeans/sweatpants type like yours truly.

Rosemary and I gussied up and stayed out past our bedtimes to drool over the Betsey Crocker line being exhibited at this fine event.

The people watching was at its prime. There were cougars and trouts scouting for their newest "pal". The Scottsdale Sixteen were there, since they are Scottsdale "royalty" in their own eyes. Since we don't leave the house unless we are VIP or there are gifts involved, (there were BOTH. Double Whammy!) we basked in the rays of being seated in front of the sixteen. Mommies with hookups trump "pretty faces" with hangovers. Pete Wentz, or a confused wannabe, was a photographer hanging out by the man who though he was in Miami with his over sized, white linen leisure suit. Then there were the models...

One model in particular bothered me to the point of nausea. It was a train wreck you can't even watch it's SO bad. I am hoping, for the sake of the success of her career in vanity and bulimia, that she was under the influence of a substance from a foreign land. Luckily they didn't put her in the awesome, to-die-for outfits.

P.S. There were aprons. BETSEY JOHNSON APRONS!

Our inspiration was on overdrive. I'm sitting there, not taking pictures nearly fast enough, on my Crackberry just to look over and see Rosemary snapping as frantically as me from her iPhone (which, on a random side note, I'm considering upgrading to more and more everyday...wallet ouchy).

Don't be surprised to see Betsey knockoffs at Handmade Parade. If I don't make some I'm sure Rose will.

Did I happen to mention there were gifts? Free Betsey Johnson sunglasses. Free. FREE! Did you catch that they were free?!

Despite a couple of close anxiety driven episodes, we survived the night and made our way home the second the show was over, kicking off our heels when we got in the truck and giggling at our cute FREE sunglasses.