June 22, 2008
Last weekend, I attended a play festival. My play was one of eleven presented in the showcase. I was really pleased with the production. The director and cast all did a fantastic job. One part even brought down the house.
(I love to bring down the house.)
I was thrilled that my play, which clocked in at seven minutes, was so well-received. A reviewer for a local paper said that it was one of the "most memorable" pieces in the showcase and called it a "delicious volte-face scene."
(I love to be delicious.)
I'll be receiving a DVD of the production, but I'm so glad that I had the opportunity to see the show live.
During the two-day trip, I came across this quaint feminist bookstore that boasted a very impressive collection of lesbian erotica.
Look what's on the shelves!
I know I had intended to wait until my contributor's copies arrived to look inside, but my books seem to have gotten lost in the mail. Hmph. They were sent out a month ago, and I still haven't gotten them. I don't know of any shipping method that takes that long, even the slowest of the slow. I like to think that the books ended up in a most unlikely place. Perhaps they showed up on the doorstep of a convent, for example... Anyway, new copies are on their way, so I'll just have to be patient.
(I don't love to be patient.)
Curiouser and curioser,