There was no name outside, like the fancy restaurants with no prices on the menus, so I asked this woman who obviously had one too many facelifts, if I was in the right club. I felt right at home. I wonder how Moe and Curly coat check, felt about that. In the elevator no one looked at each other, typical elevator etiquette. If I want to shop at the dollar store when I'm a millionaire, I'm doing it.
People are people, some just make more money.
I sat down at a table with a lady from ABC, two women who had started their own Internet woman's site, two British journalists, and a guy who was being nominated for his documentary. I was late. At first they ignored me. Then when they finally asked how I was involved with the event, I decided to rattle off my credits at top speed. I had their attention.