Late night in New York

I'm on my way home from New York right now and I'm cranky. Part of it is because my train home was 2 hours late (I switched to one that was only an hour and 10 minutes later), so instead of getting home around midnight I'm getting home at 1.

I'm also cranky because I went to New York for a gala. yes, I know that galas sound like fun and you do get to see some cool people. Yes, that's Joe Torre (who is genuinely warm and personable) between me and my daughter in the Plaza Hotel.

The problem with galas is that you see people you might want to talk to and never get a chance to talk with them, because there's a gala going on. My dad really wanted me to come to this, because he (along with Joe and Angela Lansbury) were being honored. That's fine for him. My dad is a philanthropist and he gives a lot of money to New York area causes, so he gets honored sometimes. It's just frustrating to go to these things and see my whole family and some friends and pretty much do nothing more than stare at them either across the table or at some other table while people are making speeches. The only silence is when you're eating.

Well, if you want to keep up with friends it's all in the follow-through. You can't count on the people who hold galas to do it for you. Keeping up with people is not my forté. Gives me something to work on, I guess.