From Eccentric Flower
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This refers to my going to a gathering of online journallers. I didn't have to explain what the event was, at the time, since most of the people reading it knew about it. What I refer to here as "conversationally rude" is that I think I spent most of the time talking to Kymm and her me, without giving everyone else enough of our attention. The URLs below are dead, so I can't confirm that.
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Return, exhausted
I am back. Back from my absolutely whirlwind trip to Manhattan. Myself and my one shiny blue handbag/book bag thingie that was my sole luggage. Um. Except for the pretty Japanese bag full of pretty Japanese pastries from this place that sells them near Rockefeller Center. Oh, how I wanted to take some of the mochi home but they would not have travelled well in the heat - I had to settle for the chestnut-and-bean-paste cakes and a green tea spongecake instead.
Aside from the Japanese goodies, I emerged from Manhattan with little more than I came in with - the "little more" being two Comfort Diner T-shirts, one Krispy Kreme T-shirt, a subway pass with fifty cents left on it, and a complimentary subway pass holder with a picture of the Vienna subway system.
If you are curious about the actual events that I was ostensibly there to attend, I assure you that I did have a wonderful time, and that Kymm and I really were as conversationally rude to the others as she and Patrick each describe, and I feel guilty about that, so I'm apologizing to everyone else who was there.
Beyond that, Patrick really describes everything better than I would have. I have a whole page covered with scribblings about my experiences in the big city (including a brief fit of Covert Tourism) ... but none of them actually concern the Main Event! This is the way my brain works, folks. So tomorrow, when I tell some New York stories, do not be surprised at the omission.
I had a lot of fun - truly - even if I can't remember anybody's names! Please don't kill me.
Oh, and if you were there and you want to see the text of the two entries I read, you have to go back a while. I chose old ones on purpose. They're from November of last year and are therefore in the Bayou.
Sins and shoes and safety stickers
Song of the cranky em-dash
And now, perforce, I must sleep.
© Columbine
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