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| So it was me and a dead mouse for about a day.
I warned the mouse that I would be out for blood if it came back. | | |
| Tonight, we listened to (well I nodded off continually) to some editor, but then he gave us books. And then he took all one hundred of us to a bar and bought us drinks.
I heard the bartender query him...
Bartender: "The tab has reached $800...when do you want to cut them off?"
Editor Guy: "Ohhh, let 'em drink some more"
So during the course of the night I drank: a gin and tonic, a cosmo, and two amaretto sours. Pizza was soon required. And tomorrow [today[ there are birthdays! | | |
| Thus when endeavouring to go shopping in SoHo yesterday afternoon, I first ended up in Brooklyn. Luckily, the train went over a bridge so i was actually aware of my major mishap. But I did find SoHo, and I did find Pylones (the shop like Octopus in London). You see I was on a misson to replace my second plastic flower watch, but alas they did not have them.
Somehow last night, I ended up in the frattiest bar ever--more so than Quinton's. Every single guy was wearing a striped button down shirt, except for the very few in their polos. We then ventured across the street to a trendy and even more overpriced club/restaurant where I should not have bought another drink. They do seem to make drinks very strong here in New York. The standard ratio 3 units alcohol to 1 unit mixer. I had three drinks last night and was fairly shit-faced, more retroactively once I got home. However, a special might be a $3 can of PBR, which is absolutely horrifying to my midwestern psyche. | | |
| HARLEM! which was indeed a surprise to me (and Jean) when returning from the Lower East Side at 3 a.m. this morning. Additionally, the streets in Harlem are different than the rest of Manhattan blocked by a very sketch park called Morningside Park.
We took a cab. | | |
| with the publishing industry! Well no, not really...well not as much as I am in love with Geoff Something-or-Other who was David Sedaris's first editor and Dave Eggers's... Unfortunately, of course, he is married and probably enough older than I to be considered just enough lechy if we embarked upon a relationship.
All the other editors were amazing, too...but not as dishy (not dishy in a conventional way, but in a very Liz way) as Geoff. And last night we saw Bob Gottlieb...Bob Gottlieb! (I know you're thrilled) And I also saw one of the two most powerful women in books today...Sessalee Hensley, otherwise known as the fiction buyer for Barnes & Noble (the other being Oprah). Apparently during the heydey of the Oprah bookclub, Oprah's selections made up 11% of total B & N sales. Wow. But, Hensley looked like she could be one of my mother's bookclub buddies or something, one of her more slovenly bookclub buddies. She did not look at all powerful.
I am sick of cheap beer. Damn the East Coast. Damn it to hell!
In other news, I met a Kansas at the gym while wearing my new and fabulous Free State t-shirt. Pint-ism must spread across the country! | | |
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