Every single Fashion Week, it’s always the same. I kick off the season with sky-high hopes that I can gracefully balance everything that the seven-day period entails with Real Life.

By Day Two, though, I’m reminded why it’s essential to take seemingly grave courses of action ahead-of-time. For example, I bid my friends & family good-bye, prepare my out-of-office replies, and open a new credit card exclusively for cabbing to/from Lincoln Center. (That last one’s an exaggeration… Kind of.)

Here we go:

Hello, hello! We’re smack-dab mid-week during Mercedes-Benz Fashion Week and I finally have time to share my first daily update with you.

By the numbers, here’s an idea of Day One: Nine cab rides, six shows, four glasses of champagne, two margaritas and one incredibly questionable coffee receipt.

And here’s the deets on what went down: