Lovely evening
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wild_irises found herself free tonight to go see postmaudlin's reading at City Lights, and invited me along. Now, I had already put all the Fucking Daphne/Kissing Dead Girls events in my calendar, because, hey, Daphne, and who's a bigger Daphne fangirl than I am, but between the expense and the whole new-kid thing, I was letting it slide until wild_irises pointed out, rightly, that I could probably use some time out of the house.
So I went, and it was wonderful. I'd never been to City Lights before (or to North Beach, for that matter). The reading went really well, I thought, and I had never heard any of those pieces before, either (the Fucking Daphne pieces, I mean -- she also read from Kissing Dead Girls, and I had heard one of those poems previously).
Readings are a favorite pastime of mine, and I don't go to enough of them. It's one of those times when I don't mind being the uncoolest person in the room, because (a) I get to be in the same room with such awesome artists, and (b) half of them think THEY're the uncoolest person in the room, and even though I know they're wrong, I know that means I'm allowed to be in their presence. This paragraph contains just enough hyperbole, but not too much.
I especially likedcharliegrrl's attitudinal verve and black_pearl_10's bizarrely perfect premise, but all the readers were great. (I would sincerely be happy paying to watch Daphne recite all the irregular Hungarian verbs, so it goes without saying that I adored her pieces. or adored her to pieces. or something.)
After, there was "my dinner with not-andrei" (andwild_irises and fightingtiger) at "The Best Thin Crust Pizza in San Francisco" (Tommaso's, according to wild_irises -- stonebender, I think Bowser's is better, and the whole table now wants to try it), and a fine dinner it was. I tried carpaccio! It was lovely, and the first time I've had capers without hating them. imnotandrei says it was good, but not the best he's had, so I may try it some day someplace schmancier and see how it varies.
And the hero of the night wasfightingtiger, who thrilled us with automotive derring-do, and dropped me at my house quite gallantly, thank you. Hy also has this wicked sense of humor, but is so quiet that if a person isn't careful, a person who chatters too much (oops) might just talk over hym. Clearly, a person should have hym to dinner some time and shut up for longer than a few seconds at a time. Y'know?
So anyway, I love the whole world tonight, and it's not just the caffeine in three glasses of iced tea talking.
wild_irises found herself free tonight to go see postmaudlin's reading at City Lights, and invited me along. Now, I had already put all the Fucking Daphne/Kissing Dead Girls events in my calendar, because, hey, Daphne, and who's a bigger Daphne fangirl than I am, but between the expense and the whole new-kid thing, I was letting it slide until wild_irises pointed out, rightly, that I could probably use some time out of the house.So I went, and it was wonderful. I'd never been to City Lights before (or to North Beach, for that matter). The reading went really well, I thought, and I had never heard any of those pieces before, either (the Fucking Daphne pieces, I mean -- she also read from Kissing Dead Girls, and I had heard one of those poems previously).
Readings are a favorite pastime of mine, and I don't go to enough of them. It's one of those times when I don't mind being the uncoolest person in the room, because (a) I get to be in the same room with such awesome artists, and (b) half of them think THEY're the uncoolest person in the room, and even though I know they're wrong, I know that means I'm allowed to be in their presence. This paragraph contains just enough hyperbole, but not too much.
I especially liked
charliegrrl's attitudinal verve and black_pearl_10's bizarrely perfect premise, but all the readers were great. (I would sincerely be happy paying to watch Daphne recite all the irregular Hungarian verbs, so it goes without saying that I adored her pieces. or adored her to pieces. or something.)After, there was "my dinner with not-andrei" (and
wild_irises and fightingtiger) at "The Best Thin Crust Pizza in San Francisco" (Tommaso's, according to wild_irises -- stonebender, I think Bowser's is better, and the whole table now wants to try it), and a fine dinner it was. I tried carpaccio! It was lovely, and the first time I've had capers without hating them. imnotandrei says it was good, but not the best he's had, so I may try it some day someplace schmancier and see how it varies.And the hero of the night was
fightingtiger, who thrilled us with automotive derring-do, and dropped me at my house quite gallantly, thank you. Hy also has this wicked sense of humor, but is so quiet that if a person isn't careful, a person who chatters too much (oops) might just talk over hym. Clearly, a person should have hym to dinner some time and shut up for longer than a few seconds at a time. Y'know?So anyway, I love the whole world tonight, and it's not just the caffeine in three glasses of iced tea talking.