I'm trying to read my scribbled notes from last night to see if I can make sense of them.
I rolled into Littlefield in Brooklyn at about 7:00 (after some frantic photocopying of the Fuzzy Lemons press material). The party had already spilled out onto the patio! It was a gorgeous evening to be sharing a beer with two hundred of your colleagues and peers.
I squeezed through to the registration table and immediately struck up a conversation with… Continue