Egads. I find the talent here in Gotham exceeds even my most generous expectations.
Received a bit of a stare at the bar. Perhaps my understanding of human social cues still leaves something to be desired. All I did was order a Sex on the Beach.
Attempted to impress Mr. Melewski with my knowledge of Elizabeth Bishop and struck my head upon a chandelier. Oh, shame!
Later in the night, a shocking encounter. Caught sight of a distant cousin of mine hanging from the power lines in East Williamsburg. What a tragedy. Another casualty, I surmise, on the dangerous road to fame and stardom. I eulogize you, cousin. Your life was not in vain!