Speaking from experience, the life of an After Hours reporter can sometimes be tedious. There's only so much free Belvedere vodka one can drink (just kidding! There's no limit. Please drink responsibly); so long you can feign interest in the pap vaguely interesting people are feeding you; and so many canapes you can cram down your throat the whole time thinking, "Fuck, I'm going to be too drunk to have a proper dinner." Which is why Jada Yuan's job at New York magazine remains a thing to be marveled at but not envied. But then there are times when one's relentless faux-enthusiasm for all things nocturnal pays off. Like, for instance, when you are Jada Yuan and you run into Snoop Dogg at the Bowery Hotel and a swarthy Radar-employed enabler named Neel Shah convinces you it's a good idea to get high with him. And so you do.