The Stars Did Not Align When I Tried To See Susan Miller On Fashion's Night Out

When I heard that Astrologyzone.com‘s Susan Miller was giving readings at Henri Bendel on Fashion’s Night Out, I felt destined to get some astrological advice. Unfortunately, the scene was such a clusterfuck my moon was in someone’s anus.

The store was chock-full of special events. Ric Pipino was doing hair on the first floor. Shoppers could “be beautified” by makeup artist Molly Roncal. Handbag designer Lauren Merkin was showing off her clutches; supermodel slash jewelry designer Erin Wasson was presenting her collection of baubles, Olivia Palermo was giving styling tips on the 4th floor in the Frédéric Fekkai salon. There were employees holding trays of booze everywhere, and the store was packed.

I arrived at 5:45pm and had some trouble figuring out where to line up for Susan Miller. When I did see the line, I realized that even though I was early, I was 12th in line. Miller had promised that each person would get 10 minutes. So if everything went smoothly, I already had a 2 hour wait ahead of me. Still, I hung around for a while, hoping other people would give up and I’d move ahead in line. One woman sighed and left, making me number 11. At 6:15, a store employee ushered our line through the store, and I got excited: I’d wait for a while, and then my future would be revealed!

Except when we got to the little alcove where Susan Miller was giving readings, we discovered that there was another line.

This line wrapped around the stairs going down to the second floor. Susan Miller was already giving two ladies a reading. There were at least ten or twelve people in front of her table filling out information cards with their star sign and question. It did not look good.

“The thing is,” said the woman in front of me, with an agitated look in her eye, “she’s only here from 6 to 10. if she gives everyone 10 minutes, she can only see 24 people.” Fuck. I looked around, but it was now impossible to tell how many people were in front of me, because there was a line in front of my line and a line to the right of my line. The organizers — and I use that term loosely — were not very forthcoming with information; it seemed that they were going to alternate, taking one person from my line and then one person from the other line, but, of course, that would be after the women who were already lined up in front of the table had gotten readings. Oh, and did I mention that the readings were not free? After waiting in line for at least 2 hours, I’d be paying $25 to find out if my Venus was in the shitter.