(I do not call myself a journalist, or even a writer although I do actually get paid for words that get published so maybe in a sort of optimistic kind of mindset I can just maybe count as a journalist if you are being generous.) But B was wearing saddle shoe sneakers with her dress and everyone else was in heels so she got uncomfortable and made us leave. But I wanted to stay because there were super cheesy celebrities there like Kourtney Kardashian and Kate Cassidy plus giftbags. I mean, that stuff is pretty lame but once in awhile it is sort of amusing to put on a designer dress and go to some place where people are struggling to get in and are waiting to snap photos of b level celebrities, and say oh I am on the list. But yes, the people who go to those things are also vapid assholes so I can see why one would be uncomfortable. But as a girl who used to have to interview arrogant rock boys all the time, I am used to pretentious assholes.
We were supposed to go to a whiskey tasting as well but that was starting by the time the F train came to find us, so I agreed to go all the way to Jersey with her.