I knew that since simply writing the words "Bryant Park" in my planner had given me such a rush, that actually going there would be insane!

I had the cab driver drop me off at Bryant Park this afternoon so I could pick up my fancy media credentials before the chaos of Fashion Week actually began. I stepped out the dirty yellow cab, looked up, took a deep breath, and said to myself "I have arrived."

There were tons of big strong men that knew nothing about fashion setting stages and moving furniture to prepare New York for the fashion event of all fashion events -- Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week.

The energy in the park was unreal; thinking about all of the fashionable people who had set foot on those grounds, all the fashion history that had been made there, and all of the fun I was about to have in just a few short hours.