What’s better than champagne, dear friends, and presents, at 3pm on a weekday? Not a whole lot. Divine afternoon at Upstairs, lots of laughter and great holiday cheer.
AND I got to spend the pre-3pm hours with Abby … heaven on earth. Not many friends in this world who can appreciate the sheer joy of just hanging out in a bookstore. I found a terrific poem in a Garrison Keillor-edited anthology, which I bought, and I’ll surely have some passages to post.
Oh … going back to Providence on Wednesday afternoon. Worst possible time. Oh well.