At work last night, we had an opening ceremony for a Queen Elizabeth I exhibit, which was attended by a bunch of university administrators and a bunch of historians and literary scholars. It went really well. The exhibit was really nice, the library got to unveil a unique historical item that a donor had provided, and the caterers provided some mighty tasty snacks. 
Unfortunately, I don't think I was a good fit for the crowd. Most of my schmoozing interactions went something like this:
Attendee: Well, this exhibit is lovely.
FatD: Yes, yes, it is. In fact, it's much, much nicer than the Queen Mary I exhibit we have down in the basement.
Attendee: You have a Queen Mary exhibit, too? Maybe I should run down and have a look at it.
FatD: Oh, I wouldn't. It's rubbish...just a couple of old boxes filled with severed heads.
Attendee: Well {backs away slowly}, I think I'll have some more of that delicious dip.
Ah, well. I guess you just have to pick your audiences.
Unfortunately, I don't think I was a good fit for the crowd. Most of my schmoozing interactions went something like this:
Attendee: Well, this exhibit is lovely.
FatD: Yes, yes, it is. In fact, it's much, much nicer than the Queen Mary I exhibit we have down in the basement.
Attendee: You have a Queen Mary exhibit, too? Maybe I should run down and have a look at it.
FatD: Oh, I wouldn't. It's rubbish...just a couple of old boxes filled with severed heads.
Attendee: Well {backs away slowly}, I think I'll have some more of that delicious dip.
Ah, well. I guess you just have to pick your audiences.
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BTW I love checking up on you, your entries alway give me joy and chuckles. I hope you, the wife and the cats are well.
P.S. Do you have children? plants? fish? toys that you talk to? Am I leaving anyone out?