September 10th, 2006

Me

This is a Writer's Morning After

I stayed out late last night with friends at a bar in Park Slope. Got home around 3 AM, was asleep by 4.

This morning, I found a crumpled up bar napkin in my pants pocket. Thinking maybe I'd forgotten getting someone's number, I pulled it out and uncrumpled it. It wasn't a phone number.

I'd written the word "toadish" on the napkin. Someone had used it in conversation last night, and I thought it was such a great word that I was compelled to write it down instantly so I wouldn't forget it.

Toadish. I love it.

Other people write down phone numbers at bars. I write down interesting words. No wonder I'm single!