Wait, was that dinner?

These dine-around events… see, I just don’t feel like I’ve had “dinner” if I haven’t sat down. It doesn’t matter how many dozens of sweet Pacific oysters or pounds of salami toscano I stuff down my gullet.

I would like to thank the nice man from Champagne Krug who thought it was hi-larious that I wasn’t a wine writer but was at the event and then insisted that I have an entire flute, rather than the 1-oz. tasting pour, of his very fine champagne.

Why was I there? I’ll tell you the same thing I told him: A friend invited me. And when a friend invites you to a party you put on a pretty dress and show up with a smile. Why? Because you’d want them to do the same.

p.s. My mom wanted it noted: “You will have to tell everyone that I didn’t call you that I, being modern, sent you an email!”