Good God.
I went off to New York last night for a party with the Time Inc. folks. We had a room rented at the back of the bar at the W on Times Square.
It all gets a little hazy after that.
But I know I carried myself pretty well in that I did not flash the bar, show everyone my panties, cry hysterically or sleep with married coworker.
The former editor in chief of Maxim was there, and he spent a lot of time and charisma trying to get me to answer questions like, “Tell me about your first one night stand… What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done sexually?” He got more out of me than I should have allowed, but not as much as he wanted. And I certainly didn’t tell him anything as compromising as the stuff he told me.
It was really really really fun.