Feb 192007
Last time I went to a convention in Atlanta it was at a meeting of foundation staffers. So I dressed in my best banker-like monkeysuits, stayed at a tony downtown hotel, and had the most terrible-yet-expensive dinner of my life at a decades-old restaurant with hostesses in ill-fitting antebellum gowns.
This time, for the AWP Conference, I will do none of those things. My hotel is cheap and even has free wifi and a minifridge. I might bring a t-shirt with a monkey on it, but that’s as close as I’m getting to a monkeysuit. I’ll be wearing skirts and sunblock, because I’m going to pretend Atlanta is a tropical paradise.
I know one fellow Pitt grad student who’s going. Are you?
I’ll be there!
I’ve been reading for a while. I’ll be there!
I will not be there this year, but hope to be there next year (it’s in New York City!)–have a GREAT time and I wish you much inspiration while there!
I won’t be there. But I live in Atlanta, and feel compelled to tell you that you should bring some sweaters along with that sunblock. You know, just in case.