So this Friday I'm off to the Death March with Cocktails, or what the nation's TV critics call the annual summer press tour, in which they (we) gather in LA to listen to the various networks talk about their new shows.
Or maybe to watch Shannen Doherty get drunk. I haven't been before, so I'm slightly unclear on the concept.
I'll be the new girl standing shyly off to the corner, hoping not to get called upon. Of the 200+ journalists who will be there, I know only two in person and two more via email. It'll be an experience, that's for sure. Thank heaven for the "cocktails" part.