How I roll at posh parties:
Recently I got a hook up to an invite-only party at The Ivy
When we entered there were photographers asking us to do specific poses. So we did these for a while until (typical) I got bored. I started directing the photographers to take photos of me with fun poses. This attracted the attention of one of the only three cool people we met: a photographer called Moe. She was a bubbly, extroverted Canadian and, therefore, a friendly lady. Through the night she just tagged along and we told people she was my official photographer. We took some hilarious photos and even got the other people invited giggling.
