Insider might already have had a little too much eggnog this
holiday season. We received a party invitation from a tourism
board, promptly sent our RSVP and circled the date on our calendar.
The day arrived, and we headed to the Manhattan hotel where the
party was taking place. But all we could find, in the appointed
ballroom, was a cardiologists' soiree. Those doctors were swingin',
all right, and we were tempted to stay, but, dutifully, we looked
at the invitation yet again and came to the horrible realization
that the tour board shindig had swung the night before. The
following morning, we were amused to find a fax from the tourism
board thanking us for our attendance at its holiday party. Since
anonymity is a condition devoutly cultivated by Insider, we chalked
the whole sorry experience up as a plus.