The last night of the Key West Literary Seminar saw a random, but well-selected, group of writer, readers and other miscreants gathered back at my friends Mark & Nan's house for an after-after-after party. We all crashed out fairly early--frankly, while the party was still going. It had been a long couple of weeks of heavy duty literary convos and talks onstage, punctuated by parties, many, many cocktails, and late night karaoke at a location we've been sworn not to disclose to norms. When we woke up the next morning all the chairs in the house had been stacked on the tables and countertops. I think as we wandered through the room in various states of profound hungoverness it didn't seem that odd--but I snapped a couple photos with my iPhone. What had happened the night before?
Later in the day our friend Chris Otten of Bad Boy Burrito sent us this photo, shot long after we'd all retired, with wife Erin posing amidst the table-topped chairs that night. Rather glamorous late night shenanigans, I'd say.