All throughout Fashion Week, I had one mission in mind: To sneak into the Project Runway show. I lingered around the Bryant Park tents last weekend, getting a feel for the place and mentally drawing up a plan as to how to sneak in without actually having my name on the list. I woke up early this morning prepared for battle. Of course, it ended badly.

(At right: The face of a reject.)

When I arrived at Bryant Park, I knew the main goal was making it inside the tents. At the Rock & Republic show the crowd waited in lines outside to check their names on a list; once inside, people were free to pretty much get into any show they wanted — kind of like a movie theater. It's not how it's supposed to work, but you can beat the system if you want.

So I marched up past the guards without looking at anybody, acting as if I were supposed to be there and I was late for an important meeting with Anna Wintour. It worked! I was silently congratulating myself on being awesome when I came upon the masses: Turns out the check-in was inside this time, and there were hordes of security making sure you had a special ticket or your name was on the list. There was no such thing as sneaking in with the crowd.

I monitored the situation for a good 20 minutes until deciding I would just insist my name was on the list and then beg for standing room because obviously there must be some mistake. Guess what? It didn't work. And I had stalled for too long: "You can't come in; they've already locked the doors and it's at capacity. Plus, your name isn't even on the list." Embarrassing. Of course, after I retreated and sat down in one of the lounge areas, I saw media whore Julia Allison come running inside in a ridiculous bright pink dress — and security let her right on through. What happened to the doors being locked?

The good news is, I still got to see the show. Inside the tents are huge televisions broadcasting the shows live for everyone else — so that counted for something. I was prepared to see the final three (or four) Runway contestants, but was disappointed yet again when I realized all five designers that were left after Wednesday night's broadcast showed their collections as to not give away any spoilers. (Which is probably good, because when Sweet P and Chris March were the first two out I was shocked.)

That's not to say I didn't enjoy every moment of the show, because it was great. Victoria Beckham was in the front row looking very robotic, along with the Project Runway judges (sans Tim Gunn) and … Tyson Beckford. Turns out you can be an ass and still get on the list.

On my way out, I passed the Starbucks on the corner of 42nd Street and 6th Avenue where, on my second day of living in NYC, I interviewed for Jossip's internship. I felt like I had come full circle, and as I paused to reflect on the past five months I was interrupted by none other than Tyson, who was pushing past the crowd to get to his town car — without pausing for any pictures.