The 404; media lunches; Red Eye
The 404 is totally using my name to draw people to their meetup event. I feel just like Kelly Bensimon on Real Housewives of NYC only I’m not tanned within an inch of my life and I’m not crazy. Well, not THAT crazy. Also I didn’t used to be a model and I wear bras. So I guess she and I aren’t so alike.
In other news I went to a fancy lunch today and was caught surreptitiously tweeting by the guy sitting next to me. “Are you hiding?” he asked, because I was crouched down hovering over my phone as if that wouldn’t be obvious. Also, everyone at this media lunch (it was in honor of three authors with new books coming out) was Someone and while I am Someone I am a different kind of Someone and so I felt kind of self-conscious especially when I explained that I’m illiterate. Then I spit out a tooth and told them that I’ve never been one for book larnin’ but I’m real good with my hands. Then I whittled a Grecian urn out of sweet butter and cremated a bread roll and put the remains in the urn. What kind of bread you ask? It was a rosemary almond loaf.
As for the small green cookies I regret that I didn’t grab more of them from the little cookie basket but I was trying to be ladylike.
Also, I’m on Red Eye tonight. It’s a last minute thingie. A last minute doohicky. A last minute foofaraw. A last minute whirligig. A last minute to do. A last minute affair. You guys, I’m totally doing this without a thesaurus! A last minute engagement. A last minute TV appearance. Uh oh, these are going in the direction of boring. A last minute thing. Shit, I lost it.
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Goldgrinch
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Trapp
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Goldgrinch
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Goldgrinch
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Goldgrinch
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Dan
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Anonymous
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Brett Jones
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Toddrod
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Robert

