three paragraphs beginning with the word 'last'

last weekend i did a reading at a writers conference. there was a poet and academic from the university of the south pacific there, so for once in my life i wasn't the only indo-fijian writer in the room. after the reading and discussion panel was over, i introduced myself to this poet we chatted briefly and resoved to catch up again at the wrap-up dinner on the following tuesday night. at the wrap-up dinner we had a few beers, worked out we were most probably related through marriage in two different ways, and generally cracked each other up. then after the dinner was over, i followed him back to the flat at international house that he was sharing with two other writers who'd come to melbourne for the conference. when we got there, i was given a beer and a knife, and directed to chop up corriander and spring onions and capsicum while he prepared some fish. he then proceeded to cook us a curry at eleven o'clock in the evening. we sat around talking about writing and stuff in general, and he read us a couple of his poems. it was an excellent end to a very surprising evening.

last week i was browsing dymocks on collins with a friend from work and we decided i should ask them how the book's been going. after much to-ing and fro-ing i introduced myself to one of the booksellers there, and before i knew it i was shaking hands with the store's event manager. she asked me if i wouldn't mind signing the books they had on the shelves. so i did, and then i broke her pen (not on purpose). then just as she was going to put 'signed by the author' stickers on the covers, i thanked them profusely, said goodbye and left. thank you dymocks! you made my week.

last night i was at a party (three birthdays - one of which belonged to me - and a housewarming combined, so it was rather a large evening). the housewarmees are both mates of mine, and they each own a copy of my novel. while i was waiting in the loo-queue, the girl standing next to me mentioned how surreal it was to be standing next to an author whose book was just over there. i told her it is quite surreal to be that person.