18 February 2005

Mrs. Dalloway's Party

RSVP not necessary

As I'm falling from grace at the San Francisco parking scene, I just had time to hear I've been invited to an exclusive soiree up at Faulkner Place. There're recent benevolent mentions at simmering blogs listen. (101) and aeternam, both exceptionally named. Blog rolls are funny estates; the lordly invite's the thing.

But the party, the party; I shall buy the knives myself.

UPDATE (11:17pm): Out west, San Diego's SpearBearer has kindly adopted me. Meanwhile, I appear to be blog roll "auditioning" for someone's mad musings across the Atlantic. Who do I have to sleep with to get the part?