i will NEVER be a model. This really should come as no surprise to any of you. And if Renee says that there will never be a plus-sized model on the cover of Vogue (bee-otch), there sure as hell won’t be a pint-sized Jewish one with a pooch either.

No, i will never be a model. But, it sure was fun pretending last night!!

i thought i was going to be nervous. Walking out in front of all of those people – without any Spanx on – trying to look calm and cool…BUT i wasn’t nervous at all. I was having way too much fun.

But, seriously, what i liked best about the whole night was that there were so many little snags…that those of us behind the scenes knew about…but no one else even had a clue.

like the fact that the hair people showed up an hour late and we were still getting out hair done when guests starting arriving (um,yeah,we totally meant to do that!!)

and the fact that the Clinique make-up carts didn’t show up and the two stylists (hey, what the hell do you call people who put make-up on? artists?) had to use their own personal make-up on all of our faces.

and the fact that the photographer got in the way of our wardrobe change – – – which, seriously, i had all of 30 seconds to change my ENTIRE outfit – – – so Barb and i each went solo instead of as a tag-team (um, totally meant to do that too)

and the fact that i forgot to take off my thong before coming upstairs and i had to REMOVE it in front of many, many gorgeous bartenders and hand it to poor Kath. Kath, you are a lifesaver. (real moms will hang on to another mom’s underwear in the name of fashion!)

snags? what snags?? look how hot we are…