About the time that taverns shut and men can buy no beer

I am in hibernation from Arisia. Despite the very little sleep I got before all my panels and the slight sense of alienation I felt from the lack of a book-filled dealer's room, the con was a great deal of fun and its associated social aspects—particularly Teseracte's showings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, to which I dragged Eric, and "Once More, with Feeling," to which Eric dragged me—very much so. I had Ethiopian food in Central Square with friends of Cecilia Tan. I saw Mission of Burma at Great Scott in Allston and for the first time heard "The Ballad of Johnny Burma" and "That's When I Reach For My Revolver" in person. I traded folksongs with Jeff Keller, who needs to send me the lyrics to the soldiers' song. And today the mail brought the Spec House of Poetry's chapbook for the 2nd Annual SFPA Poetry Contest, which contains my sonnet "Letters for Nereis." I think this is a good start to the week. But I'm still in hibernation.