And I repeat: Please do come to Marrakech Expresso on Wednesday, November 23 to see me read some new and old gems as part of the Homolatte series!
Happy 21 plus one to the Jim and Joe at Berlin. The place was swamped at 11 on a Sunday. Normally, the Berlin crowd doesn't emerge from their coffins until at least 1. Check out me and Courtney. She threatened to cut me. I was a teensy bit excited.
And by the way, I am no longer just Kirk Williamson. You are reading the verse of Kirk Williamson, Knight of Spots ( or something ) . Yes, kiddies. It's the moment I've been waiting for for a full one-eleventh of my life. I have been betitled by The Empire. Heavy hangs the head... .
Check out titillatingpix.com to see the tequila shot pix of me and Becky T. from Funky Buddha. We had a genuine 'oh-my-god-you-get-me' moment over some ounces of primo Mexican gold.
The irrepressible Carol Channing ( not that I've ever tried to repress her, or press her for that matter ) helped Crew to auction off several costly gentlemen, all to the benefit of their flag football team. Carol just gave me a painting inspired by a pic I took of her. How surreal.
Dig in to all the Thanksgiving goodies out there this weekend. Thanksgiving night sees the triumphant return of Mr. Knuckles to Sound-Bar. Way to shake off all the excess holiday lard. Boy, the cleanup is going to be a bitch!
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