Ever crashed an Ed2010 event, ambushed a successful magazine editor and come this-close to ruining her motivational speech/book party? Well, that pretty much describes our Wednesday night. Except replace the words "successful magazine editor" with Bonnie Fuller, and "pretty much" with exactly.

It all started back on Monday, when Intern Joseph woke up from a four hour nap long enough to forward us something about an East Village happy hour shindig. "Come hear Bonnie Reveal her Seven Secrets To Magazine Success!" proclaimed the odd, semi-capitalized heading.

Naturally, we were intrigued.

Which explains why we spent our one free afternoon trekking down to Mo Pitkins (Avenue A between 2nd and 3rd) to find out all of Bonnie's tricks of the trade.

Unfortunately, since we forgot our tape recorder, digital camera and reporter's notepad (in typical Jossip event reporting fashion!) then consumed an entire pitcher of sangria, we're a bit fuzzy on all the details. (Something about living in Canada, moving to New York and stalking Jann Wenner, as we recall).

In any event, the highlight of the evening for us was the Q&A session following Bonnie's lecture. Presumably, Fuller was expecting questions of the "Can I be you?" and "Seriously, what's it like being so successful?" genre. Which explains why her eyes nearly fell out of her head when Intern Joseph immediately ambushed her with a disorienting hardball. 'Why,' Joseph wanted to know, 'was last week's cover (of Jennifer Aniston) Photoshopped to make the art auction pamphlet she was holding look more like a book manuscript?'

"Sometimes editors will use Photoshop when an image is too crowded," Bonnie explained, blinking excessively under the stress of the question.

Fair enough, Bonnie. But next, we wanted to know, what did she think of Janice Min's one-woman crusade against all the celebrity weeklies? Was Min totally out of line? Or was she right in saying that Us adheres to higher journalistic standards?

Oh, and by the way, we're from Jossip, we explained, while simultaneously crossed—and uncrossed—our arms in a (misguided) attempt at covering up the giant turkey-burger stain that had magically appeared over our chest region.

This time, a visibly nervous Bonnie stalled, and—with an expression we would later describe as "deer caught in the highlights," said she refused to badmouth Min.

Which was weird, we thought, since that wasn't really what we'd asked. And because of this. But we figured Bonnie, like the rest of us, occasionally gets confused.

So we focused more heavily on our sangria while Bonnie took other, more normal questions ("Is there any easy way to transition from the publishing side of a magazine to the editorial side?") and tried to ignore the death-glares from the Ed2010 organizers, whom—we decided—would have found us to be kind, sensitive and irresistibly charming, if only we'd met under different circumstances.

Eventually, however, we found the courage to ask one last questions. Did Bonnie have any reaction, we wondered, to that nasty Page Six item—the one that, in all likelihood, unfairly blamed her for the Andy Roddick's giant-crazy-arms issue of Men's Fitness.

Apparently, Bonnie did not.

"I would say to you, um, whatever it was that we said right after that happened," she replied awkwardly, searching idly for her publicist. "But I will say that everybody makes mistakes," she added. "And measures have been taken to prevent something like that from recurring."

Okaaay.

Presumably, Bonnie was referring to the inflatable arms incident (and not the subsequent Page Six hatchet job) but either way, we dropped it, and allowed her to field a question from a girl who would later corner her at the book-signing table, and literally beg for the opportunity to fetch her coffee. (Permission denied).

Fortunately, this story—like most of our favorites stories—had a happy ending.

Despite our awkward public interrogation, certain recent (and more than a little unfavorable) posts and the fact that we politely declined to purchase her book, "The Joys Of Much Too Much," Bonnie proved herself to be an extremely good sport. Not only did she admit to reading Talk of the Tabs each week (errrr, hopefully she skipped it yesterday) but she was also quite cordial to young Intern Joseph. Rather than socking him in the face (which would have been completely justifiable under the circumstances) she graciously agreed to sign his (complimentary!) copy of Star magazine.

"Enjoy your new life of much too much at Jossip!" she scribbled over an advertisement for season three of Top Chef.

Thanks to you, Bonnie, he will.