As I walk down Law and Order Way (named for the television show filmed there) to the Lighthouse at Chelsea Piers, I think to myself exactly how many glasses of wine I will allow myself to imbibe at this event – an important event entitled “A Second Helping of Life” benefiting SHARE – an organization dedicated to self-help for women with Breast and Ovarian Cancer. I’m pretty sure my grandmother is a survivor of both breast and ovarian cancer, but she is very quiet about the ovarian cancer so I’m not 100% sure. I know she did survive breast cancer, however, and I know how serious an issue it is. Which is why, even though the event consisted of the Top Chefs and Top Wine Companies in New York City dedicating their time to tantalize our tastebuds, I knew I needed to keep it as simple and sober as possible – while still having fun.

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Here it is. The grand finale of the New York Television Festival. The premiere of Fox’s hostage negotiator show Standoff will be screened in a few minutes, and I’m downstairs within striking distance of Ron Livingston when I begin to envision my own hostage scenario. Do I go all out (or balls out, as it were) and make a grab for Livingston’s goods? Would he talk me down, or would a mini-army of SWAT teamers and PR flacks jump me? I’ll leave the possibilities open and let you all draw up your own crisis management plans.

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Lola’s continued coverage of New York Television Festival:

A creamy yogurt bath any time you need it. A manservant always prepared to offer his head for a swiftly kicked soccer ball. An entire room full of colorful, pimptastic hats. According to ABC’s upcoming fall comedy The Knights of Prosperity, these pleasures and more could all be yours if you were Mick Jagger. On the other hand, if you, like the loveable losers who form the Knights, live by more modest means - driving a yellow cab, plumbing Queens toilets or getting axed from your first internship - wouldn’t you be willing to risk it all to rob a rock god?

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As more ads for The Black Dahlia surface on television, I keep being reminded of a night when I visited the Spotted Pig in Manhattan’s West Village a few months ago. Though I have been to the Spotted Pig many times, the movie reminds me of this particular visit because Scarlett Johansson and Josh Hartnett were hanging out with Jay Z. Random group? I thought so.

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My little black dress flapping in the breeze and turquoise mother-of-pearl earrings jangling seductively, I stood there on the red carpet and gave Delroy Lindo a chance to soak up my infectious personality. “We’ll keep this light,” I said, thinking,”Surely, he’s tired of talking about his new show.” He responded with an unimpressed “We’ll see how far that goes.”

It seems that Delroy and gonzo journalism don’t mix. When I attended the New York Television Festival opening gala premiere of NBC’s Kidnapped, thinking I would rock the zany questions Ryan Pinkston-on-Punk’d-style and give the stars a refreshing break from the serious reportage of Us Weekly and Access Hollywood, boy, was I wrong.

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Sunday nights are not for Grey’s Anatomy and pizza delivery in New York City. They are a hidden gem for great performances and weekend wrap-up cocktails without hordes of people literally stepping on your toes. In accordance, I found myself with my Glamourite girls, Tracee and Elle, sipping on a gin and tonic, con splash-of-grapefruit, on a school night in West Chelsea. Thankfully the venue, ‘Bright Bar,’ had a hip crowd with eyecandy for days. Of course, that’s the tease about going to an event with a gay audience. Beautiful men are expected, but here we also discovered the gorgeous Ms. Candis Cayne.

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