Friday, October 01, 2004

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!


At 4:01 PM, Anonymous Anonymous said...

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.



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