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January 08, 2007
Luck be a Lady
Two things of note, today - both involving men, both involving luck:
(1) I geekily wrote a fan e-mail to J.R. Moehringer, author of the Salter-endorsed memoir The Tender Bar* and co-resident of Denver - and he answered it. He answered it! I'm officially in love.
Whaaa? Everyone here should well know my weakness for literary Long Island boys. Especially when they happen to be stone cold foxes with Pulitzers in their rucksack(s). As an East Egger himself might say, "I'm only yooman." Slack? Cut me.
(2) I just came from a meeting with a man we will now call MR. L. Who is this MR. L.? Let's just consider him the gent who's about to make all my commercial real estate dreams come true.
Wow.
I don't know exactly how it happened, but I appear to have formed connections with some powerful people up in this piece who want to see my business actually happen. My gaster is flabbered. Flabbered, I tell you. According to this MR., people in his (crazily successful development) company are talking about me - about how to help me - about which property to slot me into - about how to get this Scarlet Conservatory thing going...say huh? Me? I'm so flattered and touched and a million other positive feelings; it's quite overwhelming.
In addition, he gave me a scone.
So that's also overwhelming.
More info TK as they say, but suffice it: I'm going on a real estate tour with him next week that may just include fried catfish. I'll save you a batter-dipped whisker.
*Thanks for the book, Captain Spicer and FYI ANP: tons of interesting Yale stuff up in thar, you ivy-covered brain, you.
Posted by Bree at January 8, 2007 02:57 PM