There were lots of people there. Smart people. Funny people. Attractive people. Even people in heavy black-framed glasses! (Seriously, I like those glasses, gotta get me a pair.) The readers were good. They read stories about sex and killing and sandwiches and Italians and more sex. The verdict? Sexy!
There was also lots of beer there and I think I drank most of it. I was drunk this morning when I "woke up" but now I'm starting to be less drunk and more hungover, so STOP FUCKING TALKING TO ME. Sorry.
There was also trivia last night and, no foolin, I think we had our smartest trivia contestants ever. This might sound like a good thing, but it's actually more fun when the contestants are stupid, because then I can berate them and feel better about myself by wielding unfair amounts of power over people who are trying... Boy, that's a good feeling.
The judges, as usual, were in fine form, and speaking of power, I thought they were particularly nice to all the contestants, which must have been nice for all the contestants.
Let's see, what else happened... Oh! I didn't throw up and I didn't see anyone else throw up, but I'm not sure if that means it was a good night or a bad night. But what the hell, it's always great to be at a goddamn short fiction reading that feels more like a good house party then, well, a reading. IF I DO SAY SO MYSELF.
Now I'm going to go sleep in the bathroom. G'night!
Literary Upstart: Round 1