Yes I had drinks fed

Yes I had drinks fed to me by beautiful women in an Asian themed patio area of an upscale New York restaurant and yes they kept me warm. The drinks. Rachael Ray was there somewhere. I wanted to shake her hand; introduce myself. She'd know my father, for sure. I wanted to see someone famous mention my father, as if he were famous also. I thought that would be something special.

I was holding a full glass of wine in one hand and one of the waitresses stuck some fruity cocktail into the other. They were practically forcing me to drink!

No sign of Rachael Ray.

They brought around quail egg and oyster shots. That's exactly what it sounds like, by the way. Raw oyster in a shot glass, drowned in liquor; raw quail egg floating amidst. I prefer my drinks without raw creatures, thank you.

I found my father talking to Jeffrey Chodorow, who I immediately recognized as the guy they made into the bad guy on the NBC reality show The Restaurant. Apparently, he financed this Asian themed patio restuarant.

Four drinks and still no Rachael Ray, but it didn't matter. We were late for the Leary Firefighters Bash!

And so we left one upscale New York City party for another upscale New York City party. And this one was so much bigger. And this one had French fries! Also, something like a thousand people. Also, we were in the VIP section. King-like. Watching the party from above. Chilling with Carson Daly. Steve Buscemi. Dennis Leary, of course.

My father's auction went for four thousand dollars. Someone paid four thousand dollars to have him cook them dinner. Well... and it's for charity.

Afterwards, us VIPs moved upstairs to the VIP after party. There was a giant buffet warmer of scrambled eggs.

So you know... VIPs like scrambled eggs. Sarcasm aside, my father was happy! Even I ate some. I think it helped me sober up. Maybe that's why they're there in the first place?

One may never know.

Oh and by the way. I didn't let any of that night go to my head... too much.