“Are you going to FNO?”
When these words dinged onto my phone screen last Thursday, I was honestly a little confused: What, pray tell, was this FNO (which sounded to me either like a political party or an early 2000s boy band)? Then, just a little too late, my brain clicked into gear: Fashion’s Night Out—at which point, I promptly responded with a courteous but curt, “Nah, don’t think so” (translation: “No chance in Hades”).
