Wednesday, March 26, 2008

les malaisiennes

During a section in my solo in which I was, you know, funny, ML chortled very loudly (chortle: I don't really know what chortle means but I imagine it to be somewhere between a snort and a chuckle which is exactly what ML did) while everyone else sat with baguettes up their asses. The lady with red hair turned around and glared at ML. During the bows, ML yelled "Syabas!". The lady with red hair turned around and said "C'est à dire?"

Later, over champagne, we cursed her and all her ilk roundly.

Much later, this lady with red hair turned out to be a writer and psychoanalyst on the panel and she made it a point to tell me that my work was "très beau", "formidable" and that she liked what I said at the forum.

Oops.

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