1-Dec-2005

So at last I am here to satisfy your curiosity.  The agent meeting went well.  And honestly, how could it not have?  Pair me with a couple of vodka tonics and some fancy schmancy potato skins, and I'm bound to have a good time regardless of the company.  Food and drink aside, however, the Agents, as they will come to be known, are charming, witty, and everything else they should be in order to successfully pimp out a few dozen insecure, afraid-to-make-eye-contact, eight-time fashion police offenders that, in laymen's terms, are known as writers.  Although I must say I felt a special bond with these two - so much so that, after my second drink, I confessed my love of hot dogs.  At which point they asked me the million dollar question - "Ketchup or mustard?"  My mind rewound to my conversation with the Honeybee a few weeks ago, and I responded with a quick sip of my Stoli, "Why, mustard, of course."  After that, the sky was the limit.  They asked to read something else, there was talk of next staffing season, and I am content to sit back and wait for their next move.  After all, one of my many talents is chilling.