Why am I sharing this? Because after a Friday’s fabulous fashion show and concert, I was walking a block by myself to meet up with my brother when I saw a homeless woman cracked out of her mind walking toward me. I don’t want what happened NEXT to happen to anyone else.
But first, the 2011 Macy’s Passport Presents Glamorama fashion show…
|I was able to get a press pass thankfully to see a little what goes on before the show.
What I wore: leather shorts (Romeo & Juliet Couture), blazer (F21), white tank
My new fave black suede heels (Kelsi Dagger) -TJ Maxx
|I met new people like LC (and Bionca) from their fashion and music blog VibrantDoll.com|
|Far East Movement performed “Like a G6“ & thanked the Bay Area for always supporting them|
|There’s a reason “Super Models” have that title. Kathy Ireland was stunning in
a coral Herve Leger dress (always a bold choice).
|Kathy made a touching tribute honoring Elizabeth Taylor and her activism in the fight
against AIDS over the decades
|Fashion Show: I’m a fan of anything sparkly or with faux fur detail this fall|
|Leopard print and leather too: Designers included Tom Ford, Tracey Reese, Tommy Hilfiger and others|
|Perhaps the only part of the fashion show that got as many cheers from the audience as Bruno Mars|
|Bruno Mars performed a few of his most popular songs|
|This year’s event benefited AIDS Emergency Fund, Glide Foundation and Project Open Hand|
|This show is always amazing and so professional! I highly recommend going to next year’s Glamorama.|
|Patron night cap at the after party|
So back to the story:
So back to the story:Cue the “Law and Order” sound effects please:
(Sidenote) I’ve lived in San Francisco for six years so when it comes to dealing with crackheads, this wasn’t my first rodeo. Usually they’re pretty harmless on the streets and not aggressive.
I noticed a homeless woman walking toward me and she was bra-less in a big white V-neck, but it was her eyes that really caught my attention. They were freshly drugged, terrifying and popping out of her head. All of a sudden as we were about to pass each other, she started walking RIGHT at me! Before I could think, she was in my face and said in an ultra-creepy voice I’ll never forget, “YOUR HAIR IS BEAUTIFUL….!” reaching her hand to my head. I tried to maneuver around her, but she grabbed my hair and pulled as HARD as she could!
The only thing worse than feeling your hair (real or fake) being ripped out of your head is hearing the sound it makes as it’s torn from the roots. I was stunned and spun around clutching the side of my head. I was SO upset! I don’t care WHAT you’re smoking, you can’t go around pulling out people’s hair. “What are you doing you CRAZY bi*ch?!” I screamed. ”I’m going to call the cops!”
That’s when I saw her face. She knew she did something wrong and looked shocked. She had stopped about 10 feet from me staring in disbelief holding a chunk of my hair extensions between her fingers….
the smoking gun.
I gave her a look like, You better give my hair back! (Hair extensions are not cheap)
She gave me a look like, Oohh sh*t, I just pulled out this girl’s weave!
I watched as she released her grip and my extensions fell to the filthy San Francisco sidewalk. Then she walked off. I ran and picked them up, darting around her and went into Clydesdale mode (me trying to run in 4-inch heels). I made my way to the police officers standing at the end of the block.
“Um, that homeless lady just pulled out my hair,” I said to the officer fighting back my tears.
Within a few minutes of them catching up with her, the cops came back to talk to me.
“I’m sorry this happened,” they said. “She’s always hanging around here on 7th and Market streets. So…uh, you can press charges and we can take her in if you want,” one officer said.
“No…no, it’s okay. I just hate scary crackheads like that,” I said as I stuffed my extensions into my clutch.
“Yea, I hear ya, but you really shouldn’t walk down here by yourself anymore tonight,” he added.
Lesson learned: As I’ve been taught from ”Breaking Bad” and in real life, NEVER let your guard down around crackheads. And if I only went with my wispy extension-free natural hair, the whole incident could have been avoided.