NOT AWESOME!
Sorry about not updating since October, but you know how I feel about writing for free, and y'all are NOT BUYING T-SHIRTS like you're supposed to.
But what is actually dragging me to the blogspot site today? How about a little write-up of Neal Pollack's book party for Alternadad, last night at The Echo? So there I was, having charming and hilarious conversations with Neal, his lovely wife, Regina, Mr. Pussy from Season 2 of Sex and the City, and Dana Gould.
And then, three drinks in, having Lindsay Lohaned out and only eaten a banana and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips all day, I went outside to call Jennie and have her pick me up. While I would normally be tempted to drive under such circumstances, the fact that I could't make it from the smoking patio to the women's room without using bystanders for ballast had me rethinking that.
Then an Echo employee brought a garbage can out front. And just like you'll be fine unless someone looks at you and says, "You look like you're going to be sick," the sight of that garbage can made me immediately retch.
SO I was puking in this garbage can, out front of the Echo, and then I was dry heaving in a parking lot, and also I suspect I told some really inappropriate stories about having fucked some guy on a desk 14 years ago. And basically I was the big fucking slob at the party of very witty NPR writers and publishing mogulettes, and I really, really hate me right now (well, not that much). It is not awesome. Not awesome at all.
But what is actually dragging me to the blogspot site today? How about a little write-up of Neal Pollack's book party for Alternadad, last night at The Echo? So there I was, having charming and hilarious conversations with Neal, his lovely wife, Regina, Mr. Pussy from Season 2 of Sex and the City, and Dana Gould.
And then, three drinks in, having Lindsay Lohaned out and only eaten a banana and a bag of salt and vinegar potato chips all day, I went outside to call Jennie and have her pick me up. While I would normally be tempted to drive under such circumstances, the fact that I could't make it from the smoking patio to the women's room without using bystanders for ballast had me rethinking that.
Then an Echo employee brought a garbage can out front. And just like you'll be fine unless someone looks at you and says, "You look like you're going to be sick," the sight of that garbage can made me immediately retch.
SO I was puking in this garbage can, out front of the Echo, and then I was dry heaving in a parking lot, and also I suspect I told some really inappropriate stories about having fucked some guy on a desk 14 years ago. And basically I was the big fucking slob at the party of very witty NPR writers and publishing mogulettes, and I really, really hate me right now (well, not that much). It is not awesome. Not awesome at all.
1 Comments:
I was starting to think you moved away or something...
I stopped seeing you at functions. You stopped posting in blogs.
I just stopped by to see if you had any words about Will's departure. And I'm glad to see that you're writing for free again.
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