Yesterday was the top secret weenie roast invitational. Sadly, I will not be uploading any images from the event because guests were asked not to do so. I have some photos on my phone, but they are paltry and do not at all capture what was an amazing, almost magical event.

Archery with artisanal bows, handmade leather cuffs and finger protectors, hot-dogs speared onto long skewers and grilled over an open fire, fancy cocktails made with delicious homebrew, hay bales, hand-stamped leather badges for qualifiers, and of course many designerly people in dapper jackets, hats, and nifty glasses. There was even a photo booth styled with armchair, flowers, a draped curtain and bows. We had our portrait taken.

It was almost too much! Part of me wishes the crowd has been less self-conscious, and more prone to drunken tomfoolery, but that's what happens when you get a bunch of supercilious, take-themselves-too-seriously designers all in the same place. All of their overly manicured "cool" sucks all the fun out of the air. I was the only person cheering when Mr Bingo or his teammate shot an arrow onto the target. Party foul?

That said, I have to credit the organizers for being so awesome. They were friendly and open, and wore matching outfits! Cobalt blue pants, seersucker jackets, bow ties and jaunty hats. I loved them.

I also very much enjoyed observing the Goth contingent. Early on, I decided they must be the Rick Owens team (since all of the teams are from design or design-related firms) but Mr Bingo didn't think Owens had a team in NYC. He eventually asked one of the Goths if they were from Rick Owens, and he replied, "No... Helmut Lang." Perfect!