New York was swell and so was the blogging panel. It was good to meet Maud, Sarah, Adam the Technorati mastermind, and Michael Cader the purveyor of Lunch. And it never hurts to have Ron Hogan show up at a lit blogging panel, since he asks good questions and summarizes things better than I ever could, since I spent so much time trying not to be like Cindy Brady in that one episode where she goes on a quiz show and gets mesmerized by the red light.
My friend Michael and I had a drink at the Algonquin, though for some reason I’m compelled to say that we didn’t go there on purpose and we didn’t eat the Dorothy Parker hamburger. And the fact that I can’t think of a witty joke to go with “Dorothy Parker hamburger” feels like a slight personal failure, but oh well.
I also got a little lost on the subway. I remembered that this is not the same thing as this. I guessed a lot and managed to overshoot my destination stop only twiceï¿½once in each direction.
I’m a little exhausted now. But it’s a short week, right? Good.