I hear the music. I really, really do. I see myself waving to no one in particular as the taxi pulls up in front of the Palace Hotel. The driver steps out to open my door, and I try to control my laughter at my ridiculous attempt to seem nonchalant. I sigh, as my movie montage continues, the song in the background is "Fashion" by Lady Gaga. I am having a 'Confessions' moment. Off to shop in the Upper East Side...Do you see it?