Thursday, March 24, 2005

Ok, so the reason I was feeling so damn self-satisfied on Tuesday was that I read a particularly nassty scene from Happy Hour at the open mic and simultaneously aroused/offended about 60 people. Not bad. Some turned purple, some turned red. Some sat and watched me with their tongues hanging out. A few walked out. (!)
Well, I was impressed with me.

Last night at the Metro was wild. Some awesome readings.
And the Smart Bar afterward was borderline Roman orgy..
Students, teachers, writers, agents all on the dancefloor together.
Writers are fun.
We party like rockstars while still looking so damn classy.

Oh yeah, and if you ever see me getting drunk while wearing high heels again, give me a good, hearty slap on the ass. My legs are covered in bruises from trying to walk in them, unsuccessfully. ("Hello floor") And the soles of my feet are ripped up and bloody from trying to dance without them. OWIE!!
posted at 12:56 PM |