All right folks. I disembark from United Airlines Flight somethingorother the morning of Dec. 9 (next Friday) at SFO. From there I take the BART to the city, and begin frolicking and cavorting.
If you would like to a) eat with me b) drink with me c) try to best me in a drinking contest (warning: this is impossible) d) flirt with me e) offer me a job f) offer me a publication contract or e) just hang out let me know. Email me. We can be pals. You and me, whoever you is.
I am severely unfashionable so be prepared for that. I am bringing my moderately fashionable girlfriend, though, who should balance me out in that department. I'll look "scruffy" and she'll look "cute" and together we'll be "bohemian."
Last time I visited SF I made a great friend and poetic collaborator (I also outdrank him easily). It's your turn.
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Saturday the 10th Small Press Distribution here in Berkeley [here to me] is having an open house with readings (Stephanie Young et al.), music (can't remember), discounts (!), and food. You can also stop by my store for a fat discount, friend.
claybanes gmail com
P.S. It's pouring rain this morning. Tis the season.
Don't go to that open house thing. It is lame.
And the only reason you out drank me is because you weighed twice as much as my skinny ass.
Andy,
That's such an exaggeration. I did not weigh twice your ass!
You're just weak!
love,
Tony
Bring out the scale!
Twenty to fifty percent off all books is not lame. Browsing SPD's stacks is not lame. Hanging out and saying hello to some weirdos and challenging them to drinking contests is not lame.
Email me and we can meet up so we can a/eat b/drink c/flirt d/laugh (esp after c/) e/publish each other (Foetry for everyone!) f/drink some more g/eat some more h/run naked through Golden Gate Park at midnight
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