On the other hand, for a large part of the Hamptons party, I felt like I had a sign that said "leper" on me. It really seemed like quite a few people would happily say hello - and then wander off. In the case of at least one person, it was definitely more "actively avoid" than "wander off."
Of the Collective, the only people that seemed to have any interest in talking to me were supersniffles and foxypinkninja. Otherwise, I got some nice conversations in with a few of Devon's friends, who apparently hadn't gotten the memo.
It seems I've angered the party gods, or something.
Then the very odd offhand accusation of being a "wolf," which I should probably take as a compliment, since it honestly seems the individual in question would likely have spent more (and rather more intimate) time with me if I actually were one.
It was just weird.
But again, goodness has definitely been experienced. And Cindi's Yorkshire gingerbread is amazing.
The show was quite nice. Not precisely hugely profitable, but then, it seems that a good part of the Collective may still be nursing a hangover.
And that's about all I feel like saying, though it's likely both too much and too little.