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.
First, I love the moose head over the buffet table. Second, did someone actually make sweet breads? I love sweet breads.
Posted by: Stacey | November 28, 2008 at 05:27 AM
Stacey,
That's actually a deer head over the buffet table (a stylized, artsy, sculpture-y deer head), but don't I wish it were a moose head! Or maybe a Sarah Palin head, she having been nailed by a moose. No, unfortunately, no one made sweet breads. The sweet breads were a conversational off-shoot: we'd been talking about bad and good porn names (bad porn name: Matt Easton [an actual porn star -- I'm told]; good porn name: Matt Eatsome), and somehow the sweet breads just followed from that.
Posted by: Sharon Mesmer | November 28, 2008 at 07:00 AM