so it turned out that lunch with dago was a lot of time alone with him and his sons. it was pretty awesome. i didn't gush over him and tell him how much i loved his work, which actually required some effort on my part. we did, on the other hand, talk about how sad it is that after all these years and all these great chicano books, mango street is still the only representation most students get when it comes to mexican american literature. of course, this is a fine line to be walking when you're sitting there amidst sandra's closest friends (and in my case, you're her employee!), but it's not to say that i dislike the book -- i just wish other writers were acknowledged.
anyway, last night we went to eat at oloroso, which was a completely unique experience for me. the wine was great, along with the tomato salad, but apparently my palette isn't refined enough for "contemporary mediterranean cuisine" because i wasn't the biggest fan of the main course... or the dessert. anyway, it was a gorgeous atmosphere and a small group of people. i had the opportunity to meet marjorie agosin who took quite a liking to me because she said i looked "just like her daughter." very interesting. anyway, it was a time.
tonight is the first night of readings. until then, i shall be running around OLLU like a chicken with its head cut off.
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