I know this is going to be an odd entry; I’m bubbly and bouncey and tired and in a great mood overall. So you’ll have to forgive me and trust that I will be back to my regular melancholy writing soon enough.
I had the incredible pleasure of meeting Karawynn and the Polygirl Poolies (sounds like a band name, doesn’t it?) tonight. I had a great time – they were all friendly, sweet, nice, raunchy and yes, even dirty. (You know who you are.) We played pool for a few hours, during which time I amazingly did not suck the worst of the group. After that (when the place began to fill with smoke and sleaze) we adjourned to Cutters for dessert, coffee, water, drinks and lots of conversation. Beyond that, I’ve been asked to a party and lunch, not to mention another night of pool.
I will admit, one of the things I am more pleased about is my entrance. I never really know what to say – being shy kind of limits your ability to have some witty or clever entrance. I was hoping to sort of siddle up next to the pool table, wave, and have the associations click.
Instead, as I’m walking down the street to the billiards place (which, for those of you keeping track of such things, is directly across from Mars’ apartment), I see a woman step outside to use the cell phone. I didn’t see her face, but the back of her made me think “Karawynn?” I walked by her, and as I did heard her saying something to the effect of: “Could you? I don’t know. Yes, it’s something like loosh@redplanet something …”
My first reaction was to laugh, but I managed to contain it. Instead, I just turned around and said “firstname.lastname@example.org”. Karawynn turned around, looked at me, laughed into the phone and said “nevermind, she just found me.”
That is a good entrance.
Perhaps best of all, however, was waiting for me when I got home. Neil Gaiman asked me to say hello to Karawynn for him. Ladies and gentlemen, I have become a Tori Amos song. *bows*