I should've figured that I couldn't keep up this live blogging thing while actually having fun. My failure reminds me of the bowling-birthday-Halloween party that Tracey McTague had a few years ago at Melody Lanes in Brooklyn: the poets kept missing their turns bowling because they were always at the bar getting beer. Still, it was fun to see Brendan Lorber dressed as a gorilla in a doctor's uniform trying to bowl with big, furry paws.
Here are three photos from tonight's poets' Thanksgiving ...
I'm still drunk from the gluehwein (hot, mulled wine with spices -- very potent) that Brendan made. Plus I learned what sweet breads are: pituitary glands. I always thought they were testicles. Go figure.
