Yep. Hot like that.
So, we’re doing this?
We are, yes.
I’d like to say, for the record, that deciding at the last minute–two months ago, when we first talked about this and I said I was game, that was if we’d actually put something together. Now?
Okay. Admittedly, our decision not to get a booth, or any kinds of promo materials, or anything, really, it might have been short sighted.
I’d like to point out that it isn’t too late. We could at least get some–I don’t know, fliers? Or business cards? Or…
That’s money, I would like to gently remind everyone, that we could spend on alcohol.
Well said.
So what, then. We just hang out with a bunch of writerly douchebags…
That we didn’t like when we were in school with them.
Who. Writerly douchebags who we didn’t like. Who. Whom? Who.
How about this, then? What if we at least like tweeted about stuff. Might that at least justify writing this off as a business expense? Did I just say that? Did I just talk about tweeting?
Sold.
Sold.
Sold.
One last thing. Does anyone know what AWP stands for? All Writers Posture?
Ass Wipe, People.
Are Writers People?
All White People.
Ouch.
Ouch because it’s true.
