Parties, and Catalysts
This posting every day thing is killing me. Killing. Me.
I guess if I didn’t wait until nearly midnight every night to do it, it would be better.
Tonight I hosted the Writing Center Party here at my apartment, and it was great. The writing center staff did absolutely everything–all I did was buy a few plates and napkins. And I think they had fun. I had fun having them, and I have to thank them all for being such great guests, and such great conversationalists, and, as well, for being the catalysts behind me getting my stuff unpacked and my apartment put back together and decorated. I am happy to say that the apartment is in relatively good shape, and we had a good party.
And I am happy to report that Suffolk’s Writing Center has an amazing staff–so many fun and interesting people to talk to–and a fabulous coordinator. (I already knew about the coordinator.)
And I am exhausted, and going to bed.
Tomorrow: poststructuralism, annihilation, and truthiness. And a little L’Engle. Just because.
This is Not My Narrative 
December 22, 2012 at 2:37 am
And you were the perfect host: elegant, witty, urbane, generous, and stylish. Basically, you were a postmodern Dorothy Parker. We all had a blast! Thank you so much for providing the perfect environment for our festivities. Although I agree that the WC staff is amazing, Honey and Scout were the true stars of the night.
December 22, 2012 at 2:42 am
OMG. I sooooo want to be Dorothy Parker.