She went the launch, though she didn't tell me. I'd read it on the email and wondered if she was going. It was all 'subscribers only' and 'special event', well lah de dah. I bet she smiled and chinked her wine glass and did the chit chat and the networking. I mean, she hasn't admitted it or anything. I'm only guessing, because it was Wednesday night and the program wasn't going to be in the paper until Friday, yet she had a copy, tucked away in her handbag, things already circled in it.And she was humming while she got the quadruped's raw-meat-in-a-saucer special gourmet dinner.
Good news is, she's busy and I heard her telling the quadruped that she wants me to blog the festival this year, so she knows what's going on. I'm on a budget. I have to go to some paid events and some free events. I may have to hang off a few wine glasses, get myself photographed with a few famous thinkers, writers, and literary tragics.
Oh well, better than hanging around in the geranium pot like I have been. Should be good actually. Something different.
