Friday night dinner with Beach Lane buds at the sweetest place: Local Kitchen. We missed Allyn.
I tried to get everybody to cry for the group shot so we could send Allyn a picture letting her know
how much we missed her, but people seem to resist crying for photos.
|The same-sex marriage ruling passed Friday and there |
was a slight traffic jam on the way to the Simon & Schuster party
Saturday night honoring Ashley Brown.
|Ashley led us in shouting, singing, and hugging. He brought his pal Nikki Giovanni along, too.|
|You aren't going to believe this. Somebody flaked out on the Newbery Caldecott Wilder|
Awards banquet on Sunday night. When I was asked if I'd be interested in attending in her place,
I said yes immediately. And I then read the details. The banquet is a formal occasion. Again
my anxiety level shot through the ceiling but I dug my most formal baseball-style dress
out of the closet and zoomed over. Here I am with Sylvie. The people at my Simon & Schuster
table were the best, the food pretty good, the waiters surly, the speeches inspiring for the most part
––though Kwame's was beyond exhilarating.
|Passing by the Caldwell Snyder Gallery on my way to meet Rubin for breakfast Monday morning.|
Pancakes and eggs. We had such a fun meeting, planning and drawing on the white paper
tablecloth at Cafe de la Presse.
|How many man-agents do you know who will stop into a shoe store with you on their way |
to the airport? It looks like Rubin's trying to convince me to wear something other than
sneakers, but actually we're thinking of Allyn and wondering which Fluevog she'd prefer.
(The one on the right for sure.)