FYI: Full-color brochure for the 15th Perinatal Bereavement Conference.
In the mess hall this afternoon I made eye-contact with Nilo Cruz (Anna in the Tropics) but alas, I do not get to hear him speak. I am the spouse, not the writer.
Oh, and this morning we had breakfast at the Red River Restaurant, a joint they say is frequented by near-Plainfield resident David Mamet (Shut Your $%&*@, You Lousy @$#%&).
3 comments:
you should walk around shaking hands with everyone and introducing yourself as "david hansen, i hate this." bwah ha ha!
there was an episode of the office the other night, the american one, where one of the employees is introducing her boyfriend at an office party to three of her co-workers. the boyfriend introduces himself as "bob vance, vance refrigeration" three times as he shakes each of their hands, and after the introductions, there's an awkward pause, until one of the co-workers says, "so, bob, what do you do for a living?"
It's somewhat amusing that they list your degree after your name as they do with the medical professionals and social workers.
Yes, I have to stop providing that piece of info. They ask for it, because they ask everyone, what's your degree? I am not a medical professional, I am a performer, I should just lie and say I have a Ph.D. in playwriting, which has always struck me as amusing.
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