Robyn calls this my "let's talk about film theory face"
Life is so...fascinating, amazing, messy, hard-core. (RAE)
I feel like I'm coming down in Orlando. (MM)
Don't you feel like you're coming down in Orlando? (MM, 5 seconds later)
The other one tasted like a sci-fi winter planet. (RAE re: the second glass of scotch)
M'am, that's animal poo. (LA, imitating house inspector in basement)
A low-level spiritual experience. (RAE re: mental illness)
Johannes had udon or some such thing.
Diane had some good looking chicken and rice.
I had a delicious fish stew with rice. Oh so good.
Of course, the World Bank Art was irresistable.
I love that they sell little globes that bankers can place it their mouths and masticate with a grin.
The last summer 08 pre-knee surgery trip to Assateague with Robyn.
It was good. We even bought commemorative clothes, like this girls gone wild skirt Robyn picked up. H O T.
The day was a blur. A sunny, wet, happy blur.
We set off for Rehoboth at sunset.
Assateague pride!
Now I understand about Rehoboth. The meal we had there was truly excellent. And I kept having to remind myslef that I didn't need to be scared of people, we weren't in Ocean City.
Good call, Robyn! Methinks I shall pose!
This is my new invention. Do not steal this idea.
These kids were hanging out aorund the Burger King in Cambridge or something. It was odd, but they were very friendly. In their home country, I think this is common.
Cheryl Dunye came to NMWA on Wednesday for an excellent and fun screening and discussion.
She was so comfortable in front of an audience, clearly a great teacher, director and performer.
We piled into the elevator to clear out to the after party...
at Fab Lounge, organized by Ebone (on the right).
I had no idea this place existed.
I had to engage in anal sex with Margaret immediately.
And here I've been trying to make The Phase work all this time...
Yucky but entertaining meal at Kramers with a crew.
I got to sit next to Rudy Huxtable. She's all grown up!
On the way home we stopped off for some spiritual guidance.
Thursday was a celebratory lunch for my wonderful intern, Diane. Really perked her up, I'm sure.
Then Cheryl Coward came to town! Just in time for G's celebratory good-bye meal...
And dancing back at Fab Lounge.
She could not hide her celebrity, exhausting.
So back to the Hyatt. I insisted she needed a chaperone.
She lead a great workshop on Saturday.
I had no idea what an online chapbook was! http://dcwrites.dreamhosters.com
Sunday morning Jason took me out for breakfast buffet brunch! And a look at Jacob Lawrence's migration series at the Phillips.
Thursday...
Friday...
Saturday...
