Last night was so bizarre! Around 4:30, a producer I worked with before from a cable news channel called up and invited me to dinner with a few other people from the network. Being that my job is, after all, media relations, I accepted despite my concerns that this seemed more like a date than a business dinner. I made a quick stop at Nordstrom to buy a pair of brown heels and met them down at The Clift Hotel for drinks. I thought we would eat at Asia de Cuba but we instead cabbed it over to Foreign Cinema.
At this point, I really should describe my dining companions: an overly tanned television personality from Miami, a fashionista TV producer, a double for Andre 3000, a vegan real estate agent, a designer for Old Navy and a cleavage-exposing interior decorator. It was an interesting crowd indeed and I felt more than a bit out of place wearing a turtleneck, being pale and not carrying a blackberry. The food made up for my discomfort: I had a glass of organic wine, warm olives, pasta with mushroom ragu and a divine lavender creme brulee for dessert.
My "date" concerns turned out to be pretty valid, but I kept talking about Rob and managed to eventually strong arm the evening over into the "business dinner" category and even pitched a few good stories! Of course, I am now completely exhausted again and I have the January LAC party tonight. Hopefully, Wednesday will let me have a quiet date at home with Rob and the TV!