Sean Avery skated (ugh!) his way into your fantasies playing for the New York Rangers, but you'd never know it from all the summer buzz. Avery "begged" Anna Wintour an internship at her body dysmorphic disorder magazine and the queen relented, as she needed to learn some pro tips on gracefully bodychecking underlings while making impromptu exits.

Now that time has run out on Avery's NY experience, he is cramming in all the Fashion Week activities he can before he moves to Texas to join the Dallas Stars, earn $15.5 million over four years, and never, ever talk about his experience in men's fashion again. Until the press junket for that New Line movie.

So what did his summer as a clothes horse teach him? How to talk like a snotty New Yorker, natch:

"Yeah…no…I don't know. Oh, I went to Proenza last night for a bit, it was at the Beatrice"—here he used the correct industry shorthand, Proenza instead of The Proenza Schouler after-party—"so that was nice, and I've been to a couple shows, I went to the Marc Jacobs show last night…"

Once you know the correct way to name-drop Paul Sevigny's elite establishment, it's time for you to pack up your things and get the hell out of dodge, because there is nothing more to accomplish in the Big Apple. Except nobody really in the know calls it "the Beatrice." It's just "Bea."