I guess that doesn’t happen until December 31, but tonight was my fifth and final night of partying out of six nights. And it was the best party of them all, my own included. The site of revelry? MoMA’s staff party, which I have stupidly been skipping for the past three years. The food, setting, people, music–everything was fantastic. I danced without feeling like a dork for the first time in ages. I got to know casual acquaintances better and made a few new connections, some of whom might be able to help me grub up some more work. And even if they don’t, they were very cool and worth getting to know. Tonight was a perfect example of how stupid it is for me not to accept all invitations.