• by Kelly Samardak , July 26, 2010

This Week In Night And Day Parties
July 26 - 30, 2010

Feeling that party competition itch? Send invitations to kelly@mediapost.com and let's see what you've got!

Sing it with me, New Yorkers, or anyone who was afflicted with air soup for the past two weeks or so: Oh, happy day!!  Today's mood elevator brought to you by: the cut in humidity.  If you live in NYC, I know you are in a virtual empathy circle with me right now: the air smells clean, our elbow pits aren't tiny sweaty pools of mosquito-breeding grounds, and we can see the sky without squinting through an ozone/pollution/moisture haze.  It's a beautiful start to a busy week and I have a feeling we're all going to be kicking some serious butt.

Today the MediaPost office welcomes back the event team from their three-day event extravaganza on the West Coast.  I won't see them until tomorrow because I'm enjoying this wind through my window at the home office.  They've got to be beat, but I know they're back running full steam ahead toward what's next.

Tomorrow is going to be a combination of stellar companies to work for and an exclusive lounge.  I know, one sounds so full of heart and necessity, and the other so surfacey.  Diverse portfolio, people!  Right, so, here they are:

Tuesday:  Working Mother's Best Companies for Multicultural Women 2010 luncheon is being held at The Sheraton New York Hotel & Towers and honors companies like Burger King (maybe they'll have a Burger Queen?), IBM (my employer of yore), McDonald's USA (will they do a "West Side Story"-type dance-off with Burger King!?), and my cell service provider, Verizon!  Ohio is represented by P&G and American Electric Power -- GOHio!

Tuesday night, I'll be hitting Norwood Club, which has been name-dropped at me before like "I'm suuuuure you've been there before," to which I responded, "never heard of it," because if you want to impress me, tell me you raise miniature cows and I can have one.  Where was I? Right! So! I'm heading to Norwood Club (you have to jut your lower jaw out when you say it) for the Scripps Mini Upfront.  I know, you thought upfront season was over.  WELL YOU THOUGHT WRONG.  Snarking aside, I'm looking forward to seeing this joint AND playing with Scripps again.  Perhaps because I'm not deep in television adverland, I still enjoy these upfront situations.

Wednesday I'm going to a kegger.  That's what the invitation called it, so all my brain conjures up is Buffy doing a kegstand and booting Oreos behind the frat couch and walking in on people getting frisky in the bathroom.  This may or may not happen at the Howcast party, the hosts of this "kegger", who need help breaking in their tiki bar, "Because who doesn't like drinking games and ice-cold beer?"  I'll tell you who: a fetus.

I've also been invited to "Drinking With Adholes" at Kabin on Wednesday, which I will try my best to attend as long as I'm not in the championship round of beer pong at  Howcast.  These things, they are important.

I'm forgetting something and I know it.

If I see you out and about, make sure that after you give me your name and company affiliation when I take a picture of you drinking (!) at a party (!), you don't get all weirded out about that impacting your future career the next day.  Because, 1), you're at an industry party, 2), unless you're planning to work for AA, most employers are OK that beer exists and you might drink it, and 3),  I'll question your sanity that you're surprised an actual photo comes out of the black flashy box I pointed at you.  Knowing is half the battle.

Catch up!