You guessed it - there was wine and food (mainly lamb skewers, so not for me!). Oh, and a photo booth. With props.
No lack of fun in these parts, I tell you.
And this is why I simply can't find it in me to turn down the opportunity to go out. Because at every event, there is a new person to meet (front center and front right) and new experiences to soak up (the whole photo). As healthy as yoga may be for me, it still comes second to socializing.
Yet, I've come to a conclusion. I will allow myself to attend any and all of these events - but with a caveat: no more than one glass of wine and a minimal sampling of hors d'oeuvres. I have to watch my girlish figure after all.
In all seriousness, the wine and the food add up when you're partaking in them every night. Not only on the waistline, but in the mindset. It's exhausting. I'm exhausted. The past two nights I've gone to sleep before 10 p.m. And I'm still tired.
So, I've set some guidelines for myself (We Type A personalities like to do things like this for ourselves). I'm resigned to the fact that I will have to continuously attend these industry events on a regular basis (I know, woe is me). But, I will do so responsibly, with minimal indulgence.
Ultimately, the wine and the food will continue to be here. I need to avoid consuming as though I won't be able to enjoy equally delicious wine and food the next night - because I will.
Tomorrow will be as sunny as today. The next event will be as packed as last night's. And, if I miss one, it's not the end of the world. There will always be another chance tomorrow and a new person to meet then.
Life could be worse - I could be in humid, uncomfortable New York. Luckily, I'm not. And I'll continue to drink to that - only one glass at a time, though.
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