Returning from AFM (where sketchy European businessmen meet sketchy LA producers) yesterday I made it back to NYC in time to swing over to the big democratic celebration for Clinton, Cuomo, Spitzer and Patterson at the Sheraton (not short on sketch, but much better at hiding it). Obviously it was a good night to be there with the big D wave rolling across the country. Also, I might very well have witnessed the first speech in Hillary's presidential campaign - though I still would have a major problem voting for her. It was a massive event that took place in the upstairs ballroom, although when I arrived I got trapped in a crowd and was nearly pushed into an elevator to go a mysterious party on the 49th floor. I asked people throughout the night if they new what was going on up there. Blank stares or shrugged shoulders were the usual response. I also avoided being one of those people on bleachers who wave placards as the candidates make their way up to the stage to give a speech. I might have been excited, but I'm not the sort of person who exudes enthusiasm.