1. A really nice reading at Freebird Books on Thursday night, one of those small but quality audiences that makes you feel intensely listened to and appreciated. Hung out for a while afterwards answering questions and being flattered. Makes it harder not to get so full of myself that I start sloshing out over the rim.
2. Dinner with Samantha's Other Moms last night, two amazing women in whose company I am privileged to be. It was good to see Maria and Jodi; Sam chose her moms very well, and I like them both so much. Lots of talk about our exceptional child, and her exceptional situation. Apparently, she's doing well in her new program, and will be able to send and receive mail soon. We told each other our favorite Sam stories. We talked about missing her. But we know it could be worse; we were all expecting worse. We know that the worst still may come. In the meantime, we tell Sam stories, and we hope for the best.
3. Immediately after the Moms Dinner: a networking event. I just typed "networking event," then deleted it and wrote "party," then decided to be honest. It was, for me, a "networking event," which I guess makes me an "opportunistic asshole." I don't even know what I mean by "networking event" -- a social function that's been specifically designed so that people in the same industry can meet each other and further their careers? That sounds right. That sounds awful. Socializing to further my career? Please stab me in the eye with Emily Podberg's scissors. Besides, it doesn't work, because I am a shy kook, and I always just wind up talking to people I already know and like, because that's what socializing is supposed to be! Talking to people you like! Anyway, the party was nice and the gift bags were great, but I think I'm going to stop trying to "network" with people, because people frighten me, frankly, and Bill and I just bought season one of The Amazing Race on DVD, and that's people enough for me.
4. Immediately after the "networking event": Fiesta Divertido! at Dekk in Tribeca. Another GREAT audience, and a packed house, and lovely fellow readers. If Edward Clapp keeps this show going, it'll be another one of those "sexy" readings series where people actually want to go hear you and you don't have to physically drag them.
5. 11:30 a.m. - 1 p.m. today: Someone important blows off lunch. Huge tantrum. Bill is sucked into the tantrum like a house in a tornado; he lands next to a silo somewhere in Texarkana and escapes to work. I pull my shit vaguely together, ish, and go out for a nice, calming, affirming afternoon with Stephanie.
6. 6 p.m. - present: Continuing to exist. And you?