It's 09:28 hrs. I'm hung over,
I'm broke,
and I'm really,
really,
happy.
Last night I went to the weekly poetry reading at No tsu oh (a very cleverly named place in the heart of downtown Houston.) I got stuck without a ride home but that's okay. I had to fork out a butt-load of money for a cab, but that's okay. I had to endure some really bad poetry, but that's okay. Because: I met the future Mrs. McNazty.
She's a performance artist who made me feel like a 20 year old again. We talked about a lot of really cool things (like how hippies suck and how America has gone to shit and what not...). We exchanged phone numbers, hugged, all that icky stuff it was quite nice.
I also ran into a couple of people I hadn't seen in a few years but more importantly, a woman spoke to me and I didn't freak out or clam up or come across as creepy or too geeky or anything like that!
I'll post more later but I have to get ready for work and try to get rid of my hangover.
3 comments:
I'll be needing some details about this...
What exactly is a "performance artist"?
I'll try to IM you soon, okay? I've been ridiculously tied up with school crap, but we'll catch up soon..
--M
P.S. I was supposed to be the future Mrs. McNazty, but whatever... I'll bet she didn't let you touch her thigh when she was sixteen, did she?!? Didn't think so...
I'm going to need details too McNazty.
Excedrine is the best cure for a hangover...3 or 4 of those babies and you're ready for another night of drinking...seriously.
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