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1. Hotel openings and tastings. These are actually quite attendable because if someone has enough money to open a hotel in the first place, they're not going to put out a bucket of coleslaw and some Yoo-Hoo. Hotel bashes tend to be recklessly elaborate and the wait staff is so willing to please they'll practically follow you home to help you digest. (By the second night, though, they're already copping diva attitudes and saying stuff like "In the future, if you want the salad first, you should say so.") Cases in point were the Hudson Hotel's previews, which were so lavish and friendly that one even succumbed to the communal seating, the open kitchen, and the description of seared foie gras layered on macaroni gratin as "comfort food." Actually, I was comforted by the free-ness of it all.
2. Club/restaurant anniversary parties. These get-togethers cut through the artifice of publicity ops by bringing out some real feelinga quality so shocking at a party that you find yourself falling to your knees and licking spilled Cosmopolitans off the floor. The usual crashers and bores will be there, but also some people who really care, and if you're not one of them, you can always push through the cheap sentiment to get to the expensive champagne.
3. Theatrical opening nights. These are risky because if the reviews suck, the party promptly turns from fiesta to funeral. What's worse, you have to pretend you don't agree with the pans. The buffet usually gets raves, though.
4. Book parties. Sorry, but someone lecturing to me about the resurgence of free verse in Outer Mongolia does not make me want to dance wildly on a tabletop. And it's not worth lugging home the free 800-page novel about inarticulateness in hopes of later schlepping it to the Strand for a 50-cent rebate. Alas, reading it is out of the question too.
5. Restaurant openings. These are not at all to be confused with hotel openings. In fact, you're invariably groveling for a bread crumb along with a slew of lowlifes and beggarsoh, no, wait, that's a mirror. Hold out for the anniversary bash.
6. Listening parties. You go through three check-in points to finally become privy to the absentee star's overproduced new CD, your own stomach growling, and the shameless networking of secretarial types who only get to meet each other. Go to Borders instead.
7. Models' birthday parties. Models' anything parties are sad, but it's especially tragic to watch them get another year older and more ready for the fashion junk heap. Moreover, they don't even seem to realize that they're celebrating their own built-in obsolescence. At least you'll have no competition for the food.
8. Store openings. These are even worse than restaurant openings, and though you do get a gift bag, how many T-shirts, mango-kiwi body scrubs, and copies of In Style's special makeover edition do you really need? (Tied for eighth place: gallery parties. The only thing worse than bad art is bad art surrounded by celery sticks and failed bohemians handing out business cards.)
9. Nightclub openings. You don't want to see the place with the victimy crowd, especially since you already out-victimed them and went to previews. Better yet would be to hold out until a few weeks into the run, which is when I went to the revived Studio 54 and found it a kicky '70s club filled with people dancing to '80s music in '90s costumes. It's an intergenerational delightand after five drinks, you'll swear you saw Bianca Jagger riding in on a horse!
10. Web site parties. There are about a dozen of these a night and usually the dotcom becomes bankrupt halfway through the party, at which point they start sending the Pringles to the IRS. The misguided eventfor people who stay home for a livingshould be held online, especially since you don't even get a free body scrub!
And finally: 11. After-parties. These have become impossibly trite, even more predictable than the parties themselves. Now they're for dingbats who skipped the main eventthe type who'd raise their afterbirth instead of their child. Stay home with the door bolted shut.
I didn't list movie premieres, generally because they're so erratic you never know if they'll be transcendent revelations or complete spirit-breakers. Men of Honor's premiere may not have brimmed with culinary generosityolives and salsa and figs, oh mybut it was held at that magnificent Hudson Hotel, where somehow the agreeable staff hadn't cracked yet. What's more, with Cuba Gooding Jr. and Robert De Niro starring, I was afraid the movie would be a two-hour tug between "Show me the money!" and "You talkin' to me?" but it wasn't. It had amputee Cuba walking 12 steps in a diving suit to prove he's a hero, the most heart-tugging 12-step program since Robert Downey Jr.'s!