Fun With Dakota
Dakota left.
In the interim, we shot the shit for a good long time. Pieces of the puzzle fell into place, rumors were dispelled and the picture of a woman stronger than I had imagined emerged.
It was an uplifting experience for someone who usually thinks that the idea of an uplifting experience is bunk.
She's a hip chick. A little nutty, though.
Went to Sidewalk for lunch. Incredibly stunning waitstaff, and really quite reasonable pricing. This suddenly sounds like an advertisement, but it's not. Sidewalk was thoroughly pleasant, and I had a good breakfast of steak and eggs for 7 bucks. FSOJ (see: trading places) and limitless coffee. And Dakota. And the aforementioned hot waitresses. Quite a nice little brunch for us.
So, Dakota and I had a nice long conversation about growing up, fragile people, and how nice it is to be alive.
We avoided Michelle. She called me on Friday night to say that she was going to have dinner around the corner from me and not to freak out if I saw her. I was dumbfounded. Why would I freak out?
In other news:
Went to a reading by Junot Diaz, Yusef Komunyakaa and Suzan-Lori Parks. Sponsored by Callaloo. I now begin to understand why Diaz exploded onto the short story scene. He writes powerfully and thoughtfully. Whether or not it was honestly is something no suburban white kid like me could ever know. Kevin and I went, it was free at Joe's Pub. The other two writers, Komunyakaa was a poet, and I've never liked poets, and Parks was a playwrite, and her monologue ended so predictably that I was disappointed. More a facet of my demands on writers than on her skills.
Dan Richards called and we spoke for two hours. Mentioned some potential things I might be able to do. That's always exciting to hear. I'm supposed to hear more sometime this week. Updates as they happen.
Posted by Swerdloff at October 17, 1999 04:16 PM
