Hey, mactavish!

Heard at my house: "Nooooo! Make the mean people stop feeding their dogs sushi-grade tuna!"

;-)

Poetry night

Let's see if I can remember all the highlights from last night:

• driving there and back with stonebender and loracs
• seeing leback and her sweeties (and S, who has an LJ but I forgot its name)
• seeing vito_excalibur, who took a deserved break from writing grad-school applications, and who snrched the best line of the night ("H.P. Lovecraft has nothing on this person," or something close to that)
• seeing badgerbag (I'll correct that username if I've got it wrong), who organized the reading, read some good poems, and is a really interesting person
• reading my poems, and actually enjoying that
• listening to the other poets and feeling like a writer, which is a feeling I like
• being told that my poems make it obvious that I live a life full of joy
• having a stranger play Chopin for me
• the incredible generosity of leback, who drove 40 minutes extra to go get a book to give to the disabled students' program project (thanks to y'all, we're now completely caught up with the list)
• walking to coffee/dessert/greek food with leback and her sweetie and badgerbag and my sweeties and loracs (lowlight: two restaurants that had no interest in making room for our party, which was 6 + person in wheelchair) -- If you're in Palo Alto, Cafe 220 is a really great spot. You should go there.
• Stumbling upon, and then participating in, a Capoeira circle. Exhilarating!
• salty yogurt drink
• yummy sex
• sleeping until 1

leback, I'm sorry I didn't say goodnight to you guys. I thought you were walking back with us.