Whenever someone invites me to a cocktail party at a bar, I almost panic when I walk into a dark, loud, noisy room.
I am not shy. But I had to not be able to see well enough to know who I want to talk to.
I stand near the door. Then I walk to the bar. Then I look around for the appetizers.
If I don't see any food, I leave right away.
Unless Don Weitz is there and since he know everyone he will introduce me to interesting people.
Poor Brittany. Imagine trying to go to court with paparazzi all around you. I guess she decides not to go.
Maybe I should stop going to large cocktail parties at bars.