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reive read last night (even if I've had great trouble in quoting it properly), at the reading I wound up being able to attend, much to my surprise. Delightful to see her, the faithful vegetarian werewolf (TM), and a young lad who leaned forward and asked (as only a 16-year-old can): "So, are you staying for the rest of the evening, Mister Man?" to which I could only reply, with arched eyebrow and driest tone: "You know, it's been ages since anyone called me 'Mister Man", and never in so formal a setting." Ahh, New York City...
(Oh- and hi,ldybastet :-)g
reive read last night (even if I've had great trouble in quoting it properly), at the reading I wound up being able to attend, much to my surprise. Delightful to see her, the faithful vegetarian werewolf (TM), and a young lad who leaned forward and asked (as only a 16-year-old can): "So, are you staying for the rest of the evening, Mister Man?" to which I could only reply, with arched eyebrow and driest tone: "You know, it's been ages since anyone called me 'Mister Man", and never in so formal a setting." Ahh, New York City... (Oh- and hi,
ldybastet :-)g
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Date: 2002-10-23 02:54 pm (UTC)And because I can't even remember my own story, I had to go look it up -- this is the actual line:
We became inappropriately inebriated. There is, after all, no other purpose in poor grape, and by evening's end our hands brushed repeatedly, reaching for the dregs of indulgence
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Date: 2002-10-23 03:50 pm (UTC)