Night With Neil
Saw Neil again tonight - 3rd time! Maybe NYC wasn't such a shitty idea after all, huh? Almost makes up for the smell and the fucking evil little mice. Lauren told me about the tour stop the night of the pub crawl and I met up with her after lunch with Alex today (see how social I can be?). It was up in Columbia, which was suitably snazzy and smelled like a college should. There was a hellacious line but Lauren had a spot and we weren't waiting to awfully long once things got moving. Got a pre-signed copy of The Graveyard Book then headed into the little auditorium.
While we were waiting for his Holiness to appear I got talking to the lady next to me who turned out to be a research psychologist. We chatted about kinky sex and sadomasochism as a subculture and, more personally, as a rather queer hobby. She studied the psychological and social impacts of it all, I studied the lit and personal psychology of it. After that surreal little interlude Neil came out and gave one of his usual glorious readings (ch 1). He did questions after; the only one that sticks in my mind is this: What flavor of ice cream would Morpheus eat should he consume ice cream at all? Answer: Vanilla, as he would likely think that anything else was frivolity.
Afterward I strolled to the 110th St C, chatting with Ma and giving her some odd, esoteric facts about vampires for somebody's daughter's paper. Dead curious about the paper.
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