Last Friday FabSugar invited me to a fashion show that bad boy designer Zac Posen was going to be at. Thinking the (front row!) seats with our names would be waiting for us, we stayed in the pre-show party area (with the handsome mayor!) until the last minute. When we walked into the tent the stands were over flowed and crowded, none of the ushers had seating charts, and when we approached the host (aka event planner) he looked like a deer in headlights.