The Moment I Felt Like A Cheese: My publisher had a pre-holiday cocktail party and dinner in New York, so I got the chance to wear my long red dress with the slit again, to which I added black satin shoes with rhinestone stiletto heels. I passed on the cocktails – they looked delicious but I decided that falling-down-drunk was not the first impression I wanted to make. Agents gave me their cards, saying to call if I ever needed help with anything. And, when it came time to sit down to eat, the head of the company pulled out the chair next to me, saying, “I’m told my job is to talk to you all night.” So we did. None of it lasted, but it was nice while it did.