It's nearly three in the morning over here. I just got home from a party hosted by the most delightful man ever - someone so charming that I wish I'd known him even better before.
I'm the doziest bear at the moment - my eyes are heavy and dry - I smoked way too many cigarettes, and I have to be at a lecture at nine tomorrow morning.
So not gonna happen... but whatever.
I gave my reading tonight - and it was fucking great. There's something really amazing about having a room full of people laugh when you want them to laugh - and "hmm" when you want them to "hmm."
I got great praise and compliments - most of which I actually believed...
I was fussed over for a while - always my favorite thing.
But the best was seeing Terry's face after it was all over... she looked so fucking proud. That was awesome. She and I have had our differences about this or that - but always had a solid mentor/student partnership - one which is rapidly evolving into an actual, real-life friendship... and that's come to mean a great deal to me. We went out to dinner the other night... and it was just wonderful. Wonderful and delicious.
I've had a few delicious dinners here so far - as a culinary sidebar - I had thai fried rice with Chinese broccoli tonight. Really goddamn good... I wish I had some right now. I'll have to settle for the muffin I stole from the hotel earlier today, I guess.
Anyway - Terry beamed at me when I was done - and some lady I didn't know paid me an awesome compliment - and Laura patted my knee and gave me an "I told you so" face - and Antonia, the achingly lovely/cool/fascinating/tattooed stripper writer lady said something positive to me when I was done... but I couldn't hear her over the blood thundering in my skull. It's impossible for me to talk to that woman without turning into a seventh grader. She's so damn cool and pretty. Sigh.
So my reading was a complete success - everyone laughed when they were supposed to, and everyone rubbed my belly and told me I was good. And I believed them... which was great.
Afterwards, Scott (my long-lost Jewish half-brother), Laura and I went out for dinner (where I had my delicious fried rice)... and then Scott and I went to a party... where I danced (for all of three seconds... but it was to The Cure... so it's understandable), drank and smoked... but spent most of my time talking to a Russian physicist about the Higgs Boson.
Today turned out to be fucking awesome.
I just wish I had a foodage to crunch on before I sleep... ho hum.
Breakfast tomorrow, I guess.
Goodnight, Moon.
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