When my boyfriend Michael told me his newly-single friend invited him to the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show, I did what any girl would do - I panicked!!! Who willingly gives their man front row access to viewing the world's most beautiful, barely-clothed bodies? Luckily I had the foresight and prior experience to know that allowing a man to see this unavoidable, immature freak-out was a no-no. So besides a minor comment or two, I kept it to myself. Okay, I'm not going to lie.... I also made a phone call to Mzia Shiman, my New York "mother" and esthetician extraordinaire (who also happens to do Miranda, Giselle, Heidi, Adriana and Alessandra's skin). So in her sweet Russian accent, she calmed my nerves and assured me that these women are not perfect. They may be close, but they are still just women.
So when Wednesday, November 9th rolled around, I kept my cool. Instead of grabbing the nearest phone, kitchen utensil, or purse and beating Michael and his single friend over the head, I bid the boys farewell and cheerily said, "Have fun!" I figured if I couldn't trust my man of over four years, we had bigger problems than a Victoria's Secret bombshell.
And low and behold, Michael did something above and beyond what any normal boyfriend would do : He scored me a ticket to the after party! On the one night he gets free reign to ogle over gorgeous women, he wants me by his side.
The after party was held at the Dream Hotel, one of NYC's latest and greatest "hot spots." The security to get in to this party was ridiculous -- bouncer after bouncer wanted to double check that we had on the right pink wristband with access to the party. But once inside, I understood why. One quick glance around the room revealed how crazy this event was; Beyonce, Kanye West, Tyrese, Jake Gyllenhall, Adam Levine, Cuba Gooding Jr, Lake Bell, Orlando Bloom, and of course, the VS girls, were there. Celebrities filled almost every booth in the room.
So Michael, Thomas and I did what any person would do in a room filled with hot strangers - grab a drink! As we walked through the rooms, I ran in to the one person (besides Michael) who could instantly make me feel gorgeous in a room full of models -- Mzia! I'm obviously not the only one in love with this woman, because she is invited every year by her model and powerhouse business clients to attend the show. As I made my way over to say hi she instantly spotted me and in her cheery Russian accent said, "Ashley! You look beeeeautiful." I instantly laughed. Only Mzia!
Needless to say, we had an amazing time. By the end of the night, our two-man, one-woman Musketeer trio had checked many items off our Victoria Secret bucket list. We tried to have a conversation with Kanye (too drugged), planned a trip to the Caribbean with Tyrese (no...seriously), danced to "Smooth Like Jagger" with Adam Levine, took a pic with Chanel Iman (thanks Thomas!), awkwardly told Alessandra how gorgeous she was (way to be smooth, Michael), and watched a greying Cuba Gooding Jr. hit on twenty-year-olds (quite entertaining).
That night I had expected to sit on the couch eating brownies and guzzling wine. Instead I ended up at an awesome event, thanks to Michael and our awesome friend (thanks, Thomas, for letting me be your shorter, female version of a wing-man). By the end of the evening I came to realize that Mzia's words really did ring true. She was right - these models are, at the end of the day, just women! In a room packed with people, Doutzen, Alessandra, and Miranda looked just like any other gorgeous girl you'd find at a bar. In reality, I had more fun hanging back with Michael, Mzia and Thomas than trying to catch a glimpse of the latest celeb who walked by. Because when it comes down to it, friends and family are what make life's moments great - not a gorgeous model, nor the latest star.
And on that note.... I think I'll have another brownie.
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