You should have seen me working this Georgetown book party. I went around looking cute, and all these big shots seemed happy to meet me (though they asked pretty dumb questions like, "How old are you?" You'd think authors could do better!) Anyway, we're talking George Stephanopoulos, Walter Isaacson, Sally Quinn, lots of movers and shakers. I was really starting to network, but then I was chewing on this carrot, and...I lost it. Barf city. All over the hostess's very expensive rug. Big rush to clean up the rug. (Hey, how about my feelings?) Anyway, that ended my big night out. I have a feeling I may not be invited back for 20 years or so.