Meandering anecdotes and an occasional incisive comment, courtesy of an overeducated, feminist former-professional, who is continually outsmarted by her overly-gifted children and genius spouse and who seeks refuge in books, cocktails, and the occasional Xanax.
Friday, July 24, 2009
Iris and Lola are writing a play, which begins with Iris announcing, "Hello, I am an artist, and I would like a martini." I can't really follow the plot well, but at some point they break out into a rousing chorus of "Butts and alcohol! Butts and alcohol! Who doesn't love butts and alcohol!"