Met Ambassador Vershbow and his wife, briefly, awkwardly: “Thank you for having us, nice to meet you.” Pause. Oh god, does he care who I am, what do I do now? “I’m Sara —. One of four Saras!” Oh god, must run away now. Was winked at by the head of some commission of something–for something?–not sure why. Ate far too much–salad and stuffing and turkey and mashed potatoes and potatoe salad, I even took a bit of kimchi, and two pieces of pie: apple and pumpkin. Four glasses of wine. We overstayed our welcome and wrecked the bathroom. Sorry, Mr. ambassador.