Not Quite Late Night Drunken Phone Call

I got a call from Jim, Meg, Matt and Juliet. They sounded like they were on the cusp of drunkenness, but still somewhat in control. As Matt put it, they wanted to get their call out to me before it got too late.

The best quote I heard was from Jim: Was that a real fart? Because I felt that on my ear.

The next AWP conference is fast approaching, and it’s here in Chicago this year. I’m thinking seriously about asking time off of work, sporting the $175 registration fee (ouch), and attending. In the past, I’ve either submitted a Pedagogy paper, or gave a presentation/served as a panel member. Back when I was doing Flash and poetry stuff more, I had more of an in.

Still – this sounds like a great thing to be able to attend, and a great chance to hang out with my Ohio friends. And on top of that, I’m hoping I’ll get to see Ingrid and Megan, as the last time I hung out with them was when I attended the AWP conferece in New Orleans in 2002.

The two of them rock. They do some great fucking work.