A reminder that I’ll be out in public again, reading from The Terminal State and making a drunken ass of myself, next week:
WHERE: Paper Cone Stories (138 West 10th, Jack’s Stir Brew in Manhattan)
WHEN: Wednesday, July 28th, 8:00 pm
WIll there be drunken shenanigans, caustic wit, and possible spontaneous pantslessness? It’s been known to happen. Of course, Ferrell and I have been known to drink ourselves unconscious and wake up inexplicably in Coney Island wearing Promise Rings, but the chances of it being that kind of night are low. No more than 25%, tops.
Be there or miss me in my Author Costume (blazer, wrinkled white shirt, jeans) as opposed to my At Home Costume (nude except for running shoes). Ask me if I write like Vladimir Nabokov!