Why some people just can't seem to make the society pages

Alternate title: Put the food down when a photographer walks by.

Took in the Westchester Magazine 10th Anniversary Party last night. Great food at my buddy Anthony's oh-so-fabulous restaurant just beneath the clouds. (Can you say "Happy Anniversay, Ralph" or "Are those Anthony's famous Burnt Orange Creamsicles made with liquid nitrogen frozen vanilla custard?" Not with your mouth full of baby lamb chops or short rib sliders you can't.

Of course, it's not always the food. Occasionally some folks are just not ready for their closeup

or can't let their whereabouts be known