Friday, February 8th

If we had it to do over again, we’d also get pregnant at 16 and check out of the rat race. … Peggy Siegal—and designers of $10,000 evening gowns everywhere—cross their fingers that the Oscars will actually happen, as today Ms. Siegal hosts a lunch for quirky teen-pregnancy flick Juno and its excess of nominations, at the 21 Club, with breakout screen siren and critical darling Ellen Page. And then, the latest entry into plays with titles that are trying a wee bit too hard, Michael Domitrovich’s Artf-ckers opens at DR2 Theatre. The play’s title, sir? “It just feels so good to say. And people never forget it,” the playwright responded. “And once I came up with it, I couldn’t get it out of my head.” The title, he continued, “sort of crystallizes that feeling of when you’re really into somebody, but you also sort of hate them. You want to be with them, but you’re also sort of jealous of them.” Basically: “This play is about the people who make us want to get into the Beatrice Inn.” Oh, dear God. Finally, Fashion Week—plop! splash!—ends with a good old-fashioned paparazzi clusterhump as every celebrity in town flocks to the Lexington Avenue Armory, free of charge, for the fantastic photo-op that is the lately smurf-haired Marc Jacobs’ fall show, which will start at 7, ahem, 9 p.m., after a couple hours of lounging about on uncomfortable bleachers engaging in the year’s best people-watching. (Look for Anna Wintour to arrive right before the actual start. Why do we never get the phone call?) Last year’s attendees included Michael Stipe, Posh Spice, Helena Christensen and, yes, Heath Ledger.

[Peggy Siegal luncheon for Juno; Artfuckers, DR2 Theatre, 103 East 15th Street, 8 p.m., www.telecharge.com; Marc Jacobs, Lexington Avenue Armory, 7 p.m., invite only]