Yesterday I was at the post office mailing a package, and the lady behind the counter asked if I minded getting my change all in singles. I said no problem. She handed me a sheaf of fifteen one-dollar bills and added, “Be careful with that. Your girlfriend sees that, she’s going to think you’re off to the strip club,” so I said, “Well, maybe I am.” Sadly it’s a moot point, as I have no girlfriend. (Unless you count Audrey.)
Last night was my program’s fancy Fall Festival of Writers, which was fun. I met a bunch of new people, caught up with a bunch of people I knew, and generally tried to recoup as much of my tuition costs as possible on the free wine. I actually met someone who used to live in my hometown, which doesn’t happen very often. (Katonah, anyone?) I also heard reports that USC students were being assaulted by baseball bat-wielding muggers outside the 29 Cafe Wednesday night, and one student was sent to the hospital with a busted kneecap. (And guess where I spent all of Wednesday night?)
Tonight is the student reading series, and I got roped into reading something. I still have to decide what. I think we only get about ten minutes each.
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