This week I had the opportunity to go to a real-life fashion show. I was curious to see if it was going to like Project Runway.
It was an excuse for me to wear one of the two suits I brought with me to Lima. While I was packing for this trip, Jenn told me I did not need two suits and two sports coats.
She was right.
It is around eighty-degrees Fahrenheit here. The coats have stayed in the closet, but I made an exception for the Fashion Show. Had to look good.
My only exposure to the fashion world is watching Project Runway with Jenn. I know it is sad but the TV show has grown on me. One of the local agencies offered me a ticket for a Thursday night real-life fashion show. I jumped on it because I thought it would be interesting and it would be something to do.
For some reason, I was expecting this event to go on for at least a couple of hours. My co-workers wanted to take me out that night, but I couldn’t since I was going to the show. I wore my tan suit, lavender shirt, brown shoes, brown belt, and matching tie. I wanted to accessorize my outfit with a pocket square but the Piperlime wall was not available.
The event started at six in the evening but I did not arrive due to traffic till a quarter after. I didn’t think that was a big deal since I was going to be there for some time. I entered and was immediately told to hurry because the show was about to start. I found a seat but it was in the back and had a very limited view. The show started and the items looked more like costumes than high-fashion. The models worked the runway for about twenty minutes then it was done. The outfits really didn’t due it for me. Some had movement but most seemed stale and looked like thick fish nets. I did see one romper. I picked up that useless knowledge from Project Runway.
As I was being ushered out, I thought to myself that maybe the staff is telling us to leave because they need to clear the area to set up for the next group of models. I went back to the front of the line and was kindly rejected entry by the bouncer. He pointed to my ticket and told me that show is over. That is when I realized what a waste a time this was. I don’t see myself ever going to another live fashion show again.
I didn’t do anything else that night but I did go out on Saturday. I ended up at a new restaurant in MiraFlores and ordered the Lomo Saltaldo with Tacu Tacu. I did add tons of rocóto, which is like spicy pepper to the dish. It was excellent.
I made some friends with the waitresses and had good time practicing my Spanish. After that, I wandered around for a bit and ended up at a Cuban bar. I chatted with the bar tender for about an hour. That’s where I tried Pisco for the first time, which is a Peruvian liqueur distilled from grapes. It is smooth with a sweet after taste. Carlos, the bartender, made me a Pisco Sour as well. That really hit the spot.
Later that night, I called Jenn to tell her about all the new folks I met. I realized I need to go out more so I can practice my Spanish and learn from the locals. Between my new friends, I am sure to get some chévere, (Peruvian for awesome) experiences.
I am off tomorrow, Peruvian Labor Day, and on Wednesday I am heading to Bogotá for the remainder of the week.
Strength and Honor,