The Grand Galloping Gala is awful. It can banish itself to the nearest heavenly body willing to put up with it, for all Celestia cares. That doesn't change that fact that she has to be there.
The Crystal Empire is hardly where I'd like to be right now—or ever, for that matter. But as long as I'm a guest of the resident royal family, I might as well enjoy the night life... and perhaps, if I'm lucky, their hard-partying daughter too.