Holy Hottness Batman!

Yesterday I got religion, and it's scantily clad.

I'm still shaking from the incredible sights and sounds that were revealed to and revered by yours truly yesterday at the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show. The editorial staff of PNYC and the girlfriend were treated to second row seats*, approximately 10 feet from the catwalk and stage. I could see everything - and believe you me, these women have it goin' on and it was alll best. Moodles catwalked, Seal sang, trumpeter Chris Botti performed, lives were altered, hearts raced and dreams were made. Just another afternoon in God's Country: New York City.

Now we here at Pedro's NYC HQ are not experts in this field but, like every other red blooded American hetero man out there, we dig Victoria's Secret merchandise. Yesterday's show however, was on a totally different level. The people behind this deliver some serious science, leading me to believe they studied this stuff in school, perhaps here. Any-wow, it was pretty spectacular and even though it didn't come with the star wattage of the evening show, the up close view was great. Here's what the Associate Press had to say:

(AP) NEW YORK Gisele Bundchen set the tone at Victoria's Secret fashion show Wednesday when she stepped onto the runway in a bejeweled "Sexy Splendor fantasy bra," teeny-tiny red Santa skirt with feather trim, above-the-knee red boots and a huge grin that said: This is going to be fun, this is going to be fantasy, this is going to be fabulous.

And fabulous it was. Here's more, this time from the Reuters article:

They closed the show by lining up at the top of the runway, dancing and embracing one another.

There they were, 10 feet away from me, hugging and dancing. I nearly had a seizure, I swear to God. What, didn't you see this? It starred her! Go rent it!

But one thing I do want to point out that wasn't that hott, was Tyra Banks. Tyra thinks she's pretty cool. She thinks that because she's got looks that, historically, have driven men to war, she's the embodiment of coolness. Now unless there's a definition of cool that I'm not cool enough to know, kinda like if cool actually meant uncool, I have no buzz for Tyra. This event was in the 28th street Armory and I'm surprised her massive ego fit into the building.

Thankfully, Tyra's hanging up her stiletto's because she feels that her career as the host of the spectacularly inane America's Next Top Moodel, as well as the absurdity of the Tyra Banks Show is more rewarding than being a Mannequin. But I can see that when you're covering topics like this, that you're clearly adding something to society. From the NY Post:

But now, in the most surprising twist of the fall TV season, the 31-year-old beauty has discovered - to her own astonishment - what she is best at: being a superstar TV personality. Or, as she puts it, "Oprah with more cleavage."

"I want to be the voice of my generation," declares the feisty brunette.

Boy, that sounds like quite the generation. Thanks, but I'll pass.

--> Oh, and one other thing. Sorry about the delay getting this one up, but this is a crazy time at work so bear with me. Thanks.

*Pedro's NYC would like to thank Good Sir Ian for awesome seats and a helluva show. *PROPS*