A belated report from yesterday–between my late morning breakfast, the conference and Avant-Garde-Arama, lunch sort of got lost in the shuffle. A CLAGS event equals a slice of pizza from that one place around the corner just east of 32nd and 5th. I had a fresh mozzarella slice and a bottle of water. There was a whole jumble of hot sexy librarian/archivist/activist queers, and pretty much everybody ate pizza. K. had a garlic knot.