At this week's parties, Amy wonders if it's ever possible to become comfortable plunging into the social unknown.
I can report that behind the scenes at Fashion Week there was much to point and laugh at.
For those who can't get enough party action, Amy ushers you behind the scenes for more of her unique take on Sydney's nightlife.
The oddest sight at last Sunday's Easter Yearling Sales was a group of overseas prospective buyers skulking around wearing masks.
Last Tuesday, Tibetans all over the world commemorated the 50th anniversary of their first uprising against Chinese rule, as I wrote in the Sun-Herald last week.
I live close to Kings Cross. Not, oddly enough, because I want to be lulled to sleep by silence, listen to birdsong, take long walks across rolling meadows and escape the madding crowd.
Not long after I first came to Australia from the UK, I interviewed the headmistress of a small rural school who had gone to work despite receiving a snakebite wound that morning. They were understaffed, she explained, and she was needed there.
Despite having acquired an American president who can build his own sentences, the world still appears to be teetering on the brink of a daftness critical mass.
Words alone are not enough to honour a dog. They should be accompanied by treats, tummy rubs, favourite games. But there comes a time when those are no longer possible. For my dog Zach, that day arrived six weeks ago.
Back in July a friend of mine, reeling from multiple, simultaneous misfortunes, declared: "If this year was a person, it would be Hitler."
Sydney is a city with more bars than Alcatraz - and they just keep on coming.
I keep wondering how the recession will affect the things I mainly write about: fun, drink, parties, pleasure. So far it seems to have had as much effect as a breeze on a back-combed hairdo.
If you've read today's Party of the Week about BarShow and the National Bar Awards you'll have glimpsed the tsunami of decadence that swept through Sydney this week. Here's a more detailed account.
I'm reading a lot of self-help books at the moment - for work, I hasten to add, not my personal growth. That ship sailed long ago. And sank.

Amy Cooper is the Sun-Herald's chief party correspondent. She puts Sydney's social habits under the microscope.
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