Feeling hot hot hot! Some like it hot! It’s getting hot in herrrrrre. Get out of my dreams and into my car… wait… that doesn’t work. My friends, last night was one part tartare, three parts PR, and 98 parts sweat. Combine ingredients in a small bowl, whisk together with Peroni, and you get the Mashable New Years New York Networking Party. Walk with me, as we enter what I like to call the social steam room….
I stood on a chair talking video and spelling with Buddy Media’s Matt Zarzecki and the always effervescent Abby Lauterbach, trying to get a good shot of the crowd, when it seemed to triple in size like the offshoots of a bunch of self horny paramecium. It was as hot as it sounds – temperature-wise. From my near-ceiling vantage point, I was having trouble getting a good clear chunk of air. It started to smell like catfood. My overactive imagination took over and concocted stampede scenes and fire marshall scoldings (scary!). Wild-eyed, I looked at the sweaty-browed Sternberg and Hilton and squeaked, “We have to get out of here!”
