Discovered, again, that I am not the only socially inept person in the world.
This I should remember.
The event ( meeting the parents of my daughters husband to be)
in a restaurant in NYC - was not about me - somehow was able
to remain right sized. And to realize his father was at least as uncomfortable as I was
They are both named John so remembering names was easy.
Also driving in Manhattan can be somewhat overwhelming
and survival requires unleashing an inner demon.