Wednesday at the Ferry Building, a few Beach Lane writing buds met for lunch. The only problem being that we forgot to eat lunch. That's me, Deborah, Meg, and Dashka.
Thursday night poetry class. Julie Bruck, our fearless leader, checks the Warriors score for us between each poem. Isn't this the coziest-looking place to meet? We'll miss it, as the Writing Salon must look for new digs.