Tuesday, May 06, 2003 I meet the press
The press seemed a lot like a couple of dudes, one middle aged, bearded, and cheery, one younger, moist-looking, and holding a camera. They were on-campus this afternoon to ask whoever showed up to the junket all about the writing culture of the school. Wong and I told the press about the time our friend, the Unnamed Graduate home-brewed some beer in the basement, and the resultant explosion sent her to the emergency room.
The press seemed pleased.
Sometimes, other people got more attention than I did, and that made me unhappy, so I waved my arms and squawked until the press looked at me again. I think there will probably be a lot of unflattering pictures of me with my mouth agape in mid squawk, arms flailing, and it's better I than one of the less important people be recorded on film.
posted by Frenz | 5/06/2003 03:58:00 AM
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