June 21, 2012
Good party for PEN last night, celebrating a great cause. Only my eight hundredth time in Poisson Rouge in the last three weeks. Got packed early even though we were competing with a Paris Review shindig (PS, Lorin, let me know when you’re ready for my next ill-considered fiction submission). Choire handed me some Band-Aids, which I kept because they’re the normal kind and all we have left in the apartment are those giant butterfly-shaped ones for when you get a cut on your elbow or something. We tried to get five people in a cab when we left, but it just wasn’t happening. The restaurant Cece and I had set our hearts on was already closed, so we went to our local cantina uptown for nachos and margaritas. I’d untucked my shirt by then.    

Good party for PEN last night, celebrating a great cause. Only my eight hundredth time in Poisson Rouge in the last three weeks. Got packed early even though we were competing with a Paris Review shindig (PS, Lorin, let me know when you’re ready for my next ill-considered fiction submission). Choire handed me some Band-Aids, which I kept because they’re the normal kind and all we have left in the apartment are those giant butterfly-shaped ones for when you get a cut on your elbow or something. We tried to get five people in a cab when we left, but it just wasn’t happening. The restaurant Cece and I had set our hearts on was already closed, so we went to our local cantina uptown for nachos and margaritas. I’d untucked my shirt by then.    

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