My stomach was turning as I stood outside of Crimson on Broadway, waiting for the doors to open for MediaMind's 10th Annual Rich Media Awards. A few days earlier, MediaMind's communications and media relations manager Alice Suh told me that it was superhero-themed. Worse - people would be in costumes. They had even hired superhero actors to perform. This would be great if I didn't have an irrational fear of costumed people.

I went to Though Equity Motion's 2nd Annual Ping Pong Show Down at SPiN NYC the other week. This write-up has been in the works for a while, but I hurt my back and spent the past few days whining and staying in bed (send flowers, please).

Last Wednesday's GeekChicDaily and TOKYOPOP launch party at Kidrobot in SoHo was the perfect way to escape the fall drizzle and NYC mud/crud puddles. I had been skipping around the office all day saying that I was going to a party at a robot store (note: Kidrobot is definitely not a robot store, but a geek-friendly destination for collectible tchotchkes and silkscreened hoodies and whatnot), so I was a little disappointed that Rosie from "The Jetsons" didn't greet me at the door to put my wrist band on.

I'm blaming Richard Blakeley and the entire staff of ShareThis for the reason that I'm writing this article from my couch instead of my office. I've written about Websdays in the past, but this one was different because ShareThis was sponsoring it, which meant open bar and a night of karaoke at the Ace Hotel. If you know how obnoxious I am, it should come to no surprise that karaoke is my favorite party activity, which naturally lends itself to losing one's voice -- especially when you're already wrestling serious allergies in the first place. So here I am, at …

Kicking Advertising Week off at a luncheon at the Plaza's Grand Ballroom isn't too shabby, especially when the wine starts flowing at 11 a.m. (although I'm sad to report that no one was drinking it, not even this lush reporter who showed up sauced on codeine and allergy meds). Gayle Taryn does PR for the Advertising Club of NY and always throws great events. When I finally trick a man into marrying me and letting me spend all his money, I'm calling Gayle to have her plan the wedding.

Tuesday evening found me running through Times Square like a tourist, even asking a cop for directions to the Marriott Marquis before he pointed right in front of me. I hate Times Square so much. But there was a party and a bar that needed emptying, so I did my duty as a hard-hitting party reporter and showed up.

Last Friday night, I deviated from my usual routine of ordering Thai food, turning off my phone and watching "SVU" and instead smeared on some makeup and headed over to the W on Lex for the Get Served event after-party sponsored by The Daily and The Macallan. I was supposed to go to the event itself -- the opening of the Vanderbilt Tennis Club in Grand Central Station -- to smack a few balls around the court, but I frown on all sports that don't take place in bars, so I declined the invite and just showed up for the …

I'm always amazed at how great girls look after work when I go to parties. I usually show up with my hair tied on my head, tired eyes and a less-than-fresh attitude, so I don't know why I was so surprised when I showed up at the launch for new jewelry line chloe + isabel to find every girl there (except me) looking bright and happy, with perfect hair. It was, after all, a fashion-y event.

On Wednesday, my BFF from Canada came to town and I immediately dragged (luggage in hand) her to MediaTrust's Peter Bordes gorgeous townhouse on Leroy Street. Peter was hosting a cocktail party on his rooftop garden in honor of the first night of LeadsCon. We walked in around 7 and I was blown away by how beautiful the place was, and wanted to weep at the thought of going back to my Brooklyn walk-up after I realized the place was five stories.

The floor of Newark's Continental Terminal at 6 a.m. (note: I do NOT live in New Jersey) is no place to write a fabulous party column, but, since I'm jetting off to spend a long weekend on Nantucket for another fabulous party with my friends, this is the only option. See, I'm keeping my promise to write every Friday!