Can you survive two days without being able to stick up your hand and scream “TAXI!” in the dirty and overcrowded recesses of midtown? Most likely! Fortunately, however, you won’t really have to since the “strike” only seems to have moderately diminished (rather than eliminated) the presence of yellow cabs circling around Manhattan.

That said, even in its early stages, Day 1 of the strike was not without its fair share of casualties, such as sort-of annoying Boston consultant Joshua Olken, who found himself stranded at Kennedy airport waiting in a slightly longer taxi line than usual this morning.

But the test will be this evening, when the throngs of impeccably dressed, irresponsibly drunk partygoers are returning home from tonight’s Fashion Week festivities. Will the inebriated fashionistas have to do the unthinkable and walk more than two blocks in their stiletto-heeled strappy sandals? Or — dare we say it! — will they desperately contemplate a brief (but humiliating!) sojourn into the annals of public transportation before quickly regaining their false sense of self-entitlement?

Only time will tell. But for those of you worried about clomping home from Rock & Republic in your Jimmy Choos, just remember this: if you were really famous, you’d already have a chauffeur.