Here are the talking points

I was an hour and half late which gave every one else time to get start drinking before I got there.

The first person I met when I arrived was the wife of an investor, whom I met earlier in the week and had told me that he was single.

The bartender, Junior, spent a good part of the evening telling me I looked like I was from the islands. I have no idea what he was talking about, but he did say I was lovely and he made an excellent Manhattan, so he could have told me I looked like I was from Mars.

I was encouraged to learn to play golf if I want to get ahead.

I met a rich lady who gave me the following advice. Never use a plastic surgeon who makes boobs look-like torpedoes. How hard is it to do boobs? He if can’t do them, don’t trust him with anything else. Well, maybe botox.

Then I gave the rich lady advice on how to spy on her employees. (You spend too much time in the presence of money, you lose your morals).

As I left, everyone gave me a hug and said how much they enjoyed meeting me.

Your party story wins.

Can I request the tips for spying on employees, please?

oh man, I'd so switch lives with you in a second. Which is all you need to hear when things are going bad.

so i hope they are.

or something.

if that sounds nice.