But tonight is the annual BAFTA holiday party and I feel I should go. It's always a nice event, held at the British Consul General's exquisite apartment.
I should go because it is the right thing to do. I am active in this organization, and know a lot of people. Plus, it is a good networking opportunity.
I leave my home dressed in black (of course), armed with a handful of business cards. My goal is to come home with none.
I get to the party and am immediately approached by a a new member of the screening committee, a woman I just recently met. "I'm all caught up on your blog, " she tells me. "Yours is the only blog I read." I had no idea she reads it, and am truly flattered that she does. I get some red wine, and end up in conversation with her and another BAFTA colleague.
After a few passed hors d'oeuvres (the stuffed crab is the best), I make my way over to another circle of friends. Everyone is polished and well-dressed. We talk about movies and exchange thoughts on our favorites. Dorine loved Inherent Vice, the one my friend had an anxiety attack over. She hated it that much.
I make it over to say hi to Christina, BAFTA's chief executive, and an exceptionally nice woman. We talk for a few minutes before I leave; too many others are vying for her attention.
I return to my small circle of friends to say good-bye. It is already 15 minutes past the end time of this party. I know this may sound hokey, but really, I feel lucky to be part of this organization.
I leave with all the business cards I came with. I have not given out even one. But that's okay. I had a great time socializing with people I genuinely like.
And the best part? I'm home by 8:15.
I get to the party and am immediately approached by a a new member of the screening committee, a woman I just recently met. "I'm all caught up on your blog, " she tells me. "Yours is the only blog I read." I had no idea she reads it, and am truly flattered that she does. I get some red wine, and end up in conversation with her and another BAFTA colleague.
After a few passed hors d'oeuvres (the stuffed crab is the best), I make my way over to another circle of friends. Everyone is polished and well-dressed. We talk about movies and exchange thoughts on our favorites. Dorine loved Inherent Vice, the one my friend had an anxiety attack over. She hated it that much.
I make it over to say hi to Christina, BAFTA's chief executive, and an exceptionally nice woman. We talk for a few minutes before I leave; too many others are vying for her attention.
I return to my small circle of friends to say good-bye. It is already 15 minutes past the end time of this party. I know this may sound hokey, but really, I feel lucky to be part of this organization.
I leave with all the business cards I came with. I have not given out even one. But that's okay. I had a great time socializing with people I genuinely like.
And the best part? I'm home by 8:15.
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