* Note: I wanted to take pictures but Kim, the store owner said I couldn’t. And she had that weird vibe like she could beat me up and I would like it. Very Angelina Jolie.

On Thursday night I walked up to the Agent Provocateur store on Mercer Street. I was already impressed with myself because I didn’t get lost. FYI I don’t speak SoHo. Never have, probably never will.

There was a hot police officer guarding the door ready to handcuff anyone who got a little out of hand. Behind her was THE CLIPBOARD GIRL. Even though I am often a clipboard girl myself at events, they still scare me. The all-black, the headsets, the if-you’re-not-on-the-list-don’t-even-look-at-me-faces, ect. But this clipboard girl was nice, and was wearing pink. I loved her and she let me in.

The store was packed with women drinking champagne and holding up nipple tassels, racy stockings, and some of the sexiest bras I have ever seen. The store also had a fair share of men wondering how they got so lucky.

There were these dessert looking thingies (canapes I assume) but some of them were purple and you KNOW how I feel about grape flavored things. They probably weren’t even grape flavored but I was not taking a chance.

After about 15 minutes I was a tab bored because nothing was happening so I left. But I love AP and as soon as I have money I will graduate from Victoria’s Secret to Agent Provocateur