Bring Your Shit Kickers
Hey, I have an idea: Let's hold a poetry festival in the middle of a field of horse manure!
Allyson only packed sandals.
There's some kind of prom/homecoming event going on tonight at the hotel. A bunch of well dressed kids and two hags with mud up to our knees.
FW [Name Removed] gave a good reading, but didn't punch anyone. Tomorrow is always another day.
Off to the hotel bar!
posted by RL @ 9:34 PM
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FYI: I only packed one pair of SANDALS.
I had two pair of mules, one pair of clogs, and three pair of flip flops.
Let me weigh in on the level of intense, poetic fervor at the Festival: The most action we saw was between an overweight housewife (no offense) and her palm pilot at the bar on Saturday night. All other firey writing/reading/discussion was neatly contained by a moat of mud. ugh.
-Allyson
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