14 April 2006

Beer and poetry

Once upon a time, Kevin Connolly and I could split six pitchers of beer. Tonight we managed three, plus a bottle each of Dos Equis, and then a nightcap of Dos Equis for Kev and Campari for me. Campari, as it turns out, is bitter for the first few sips and then nice afterwards. It's rather red.

Oh, and Kev and I solved all the problems of the poetry world. So there's nothing to worry about. Please. Just go to sleep. We've got everything under control.

Over and out.

4 Comments:

At April 14, 2006 12:01 pm , Blogger dfb said...

http://billknott.typepad.com/billknott/2006/04/recent_short_po.html

- thought of you when i saw this

 
At April 14, 2006 4:39 pm , Anonymous rox. said...

i knew when all the problems of the poetry world were finally sorted out, you stu, would be the man behind the curtain. thanks from all of us who were thinking it was only a matter of time before razovsky put his plan into action. i'll sleep better but i'll party even better than i'll sleep. salud!

 
At April 16, 2006 2:04 am , Anonymous Anonymous said...

Well I rode home (to the beaches, a long way) feeling fantastic, then had at least a six-pitcher headache the next day (minus the Campari). So, good news, bad news?

xo
K

 
At April 16, 2006 11:49 am , Anonymous rox. said...

must have been the dos equis.

 

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