Thursday, September 23, 2004
Back from lunch. We had a nice time - the restaurant serves good tapas, and we shared a pitcher of Sangria. No, I didn't drink myself into a stupor, although I did leave the office with that intent.
We talked the sort of talk that only happens when one of us is leaving. Lots of memories, discussions of bands seen, concerts attended, Mark's books and readings.
I'll be attending one of his readings on the 15th. A bookstore on 16th and Valencia. It is going to be an early evening, as his portion of the "crawl" is only from 6 to 7:15. And there are going to be several writers, so I imagine he will probably read "Pretend" again. I do love that story. So much emotion underneath. Ah well.
I'd better get some work done. After all, this isn't elementary school, where lunch is the most important part of the day.
We talked the sort of talk that only happens when one of us is leaving. Lots of memories, discussions of bands seen, concerts attended, Mark's books and readings.
I'll be attending one of his readings on the 15th. A bookstore on 16th and Valencia. It is going to be an early evening, as his portion of the "crawl" is only from 6 to 7:15. And there are going to be several writers, so I imagine he will probably read "Pretend" again. I do love that story. So much emotion underneath. Ah well.
I'd better get some work done. After all, this isn't elementary school, where lunch is the most important part of the day.
