Why, yes, I was. Remember the person in the scarlet wig, painted silver, dancing in a chainmail bikini on the table in front of the Conan painting? I was on the other side of the room, cornered by high-powered, tipsy editors.
(Shh... don't tell anyone who wasn't there that there weren't really chainmail bikinis and speedos being handed out at the door.
Either one of these sounds much more hip than where I was last night: parent-teacher conferences. And I'd much rather schmooze any day (even with people in a totally different field than my own) than work.
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You can read this version, or you can wait for version 2, which will be, uhm, different in some way. Like, maybe I'll finish inking it :)
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Date: 2006-11-21 08:18 pm (UTC)(Shh... don't tell anyone who wasn't there that there weren't really chainmail bikinis and speedos being handed out at the door.
But there were tipsy editors.)
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