Somebody decided it would be a good idea to host at the same time and in the same hotel a feminist literature conference and a cigar factory party with crowds of paunchy, cigar-smoking older men and a few very young half-naked women.
I’m glad I’m not scheduled to speak today because people said that several sessions were completely drowned out by the loud and obnoxious music of the cigar men.
Still, I was hoping to read my book, watch some news, talk to my husband and sleep. And now it looks like the cigar party is set to go on for at least a few more hours. They just rolled in several crates of champagne bottles.
Of course, it’s kind of funny that there is simultaneously a bunch of women here to work and a bunch of men to drink and smoke.
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