Saturday, May 2, 2009
Black Tie Affair
It was a black tie diner: band (much too loud), cocktails, long speeches honoring the eleemosynary exploits of one A.Gold; women dressed like ice cream cones: wrapped and tied in enormous bows--glittering, pointy heeled, hovering among the men like jungle parrots in a rookery of penguins.
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very nice. I like the ice cream cones!
ReplyDelete... with the cream spilling out over the top of the cone..
ReplyDeleteI so look forward to getting back to posting here. Tomorrow, Finals. Who knows if I'll have another year teaching. My Faculty Observer disapproved of how I pronounced "Chaucer."
I can only imagine how the various ways members of that imagined pilgrimage would have pronounced his name... none, I suppose, with a Chicago accent... but none the less...not many in our reconstructed notion of the "proper" London version... as much as I love teaching, there are moments when I can imagine being happier passing a hat and reading poems on the el.