Long Weekend III · 19 April 2001
So how did it go?
A week in a hotel with a brilliant, funny, dishy woman from France. What’s your guess.
Sounds okay.
“Okay.”
Fine, spill.
We occupied entire sections of restaurants, laughed at basset hounds, got blind drunk, terrified the cleaning staff, gazed rapt at daytime television, read things out loud�
Read what?
Stories from Demonology. David Berman poems. Her short stories. The room service menu. Bits of things: “�and all the random amblings of the couples hang like stately bygones in the shining air.”
Is that Dennis Lee?
It is.
Nice. And she’s gone back home.
In the air as we speak.
Back to work, then.
Oh, fuck off.
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