So. Thanks to my stupid illness and the fact that I imbibed far too much cough syrup the past few days to make wise decisions (or even function correctly), I did not end up being able to purchase tickets to your poetry discussion here in Chicago in a few weeks.
TRAVESTY.
I feel terrible, especially since you are only coming to Chicago because of how much I've been hounding you to visit. Bah. I'm a terrible friend, and I apologize. I do hope you'll still stay at my apartment, and -- of course -- if you'd like to add me to your personal guest list for the event, why, of course I wouldn't say no. No pressure.
I tried to convince Heather at work that you should come do a book signing with us. She was surprisingly receptive:
Have your people call our people.
Heather and I also discussed whether or not you play the ukulele (did I mention I'm teaching myself how to play??). The consensus, also reached with Leah, was "...probably."
Your friend,
Mandy
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