"They let just anyone in here, don't they?"

So there I was, shaking hands with one of the most powerful women in magazine publishing, and pretending that I worked for her. Little did she know that I was crashing her corporate holiday party. And I winked at Jane, my loftmate, as we made our way down the receiving line and towards the open bar and buffet tables.

Not a bad way to spend a Thursday night.

As I mentioned earlier, I am poorer than poor right now and crashing Jane's holiday party at Tavern on the Green seemed like a very good idea. Courtesy of said magazine publisher, I drank many Absolut's and tonics, ate sushi, salmon, scallops, asparagus, ravioli, and chicken. Later the dessert table provided amaretto pound cake, chocolate mousse cake, tiny eclairs, and bon bons. The highlight of the evening came when I saw this woman dance to Eminem surrounded by a gaggle of fashionistas.

Good times.