I had dinner with Paul Begala.

(I will leave it to you, faithful reader, to deduce whether that means Paul and I sat down one-on-one for a three-hour gabfest about the current state of Democratic politics over Shiner Bock and brisket or whether it means I was one of a thousand in a ballroom eating rubber chicken, drinking Miller Lite and listening to Mr. Begala give a speech for which he was paid.)