Last night was *wonderful*. This reading, though it stays small, attracts the most interesting and enthusiastic poets, writers, and listeners. The non-reading customers were louder than usual, but the intrepid spoken-word geeks soldiered on.
Thanks ever so to:
the always gorgeous wordlover
klwalton,
the never-forgettable
eeyore_grrl,
the fun and steadfast
ptigris, whose idea the prizes were, and they've become a real hit,
the clever raconteur
catzen,
the incisive and sub-rosa-witty T (who may or may not have an LJ, but if so I don't know the user name),
the consummate performer Christopher,
the ever-hot-and-lyrical M (barista extraordinaire, bagel purveyor, cleaner-up-after of inconsiderate crumb-leavers),
the earnest hip-hoppy N (newly extraordinaire barista, and former spoken-word virgin),
my lovely and talented
sogwife,
and our adorable audience, which included M (was it M? or J? -- I know it had a double letter in it, help me out here) and
someotherguy, along with a cute little kid who kept saying "That's not nice" when we used profanity.
In other news, my boss at Ikea called today. He wonders if I would mind, since he hasn't been able to hire a coordinator since ours left a couple of months ago, working weekends for another six weeks or so. I had offered to work weekends to begin with, and he said no, and then I moved on with my life and the eight-day countdown. I don't want to work the Christmas season at Ikea. I especially don't want to hear the Christmas *muzak* at Ikea. I'm not 100% sure of this decision, but at this moment, I'm, pretty sure I'm saying no. I don't need the tiny bit of extra income enough to give up every weekend to Ikea Christmas Madness.
In other other news, had a lovely day. Spent a short but gratifying morning/afternoon with
stonebender. Learned what's up with the Ed Roberts Campus (Guy thinks I might be bored by the political intrigue, but I'm so not), and saw that Gilly-the-dog is doing better, which eased some worry for me. Then the plan was to come home and go shopping and do laundry, but
someotherguy and I ended up going xmas shopping and walking instead, which was just as useful. Walked from home to Rockridge, ate a lambburger, shopped some, got something fun for
stonebender. BARTed to downtown Berkeley, shopped some more, and ordered the Weetzie-Bat books for one of the niblings. Got a cool, cheap book for
someotherguy, and a couple of ninety-nine-cent books for myself -- an Alice Walker and one by Armistead Maupin. Walked home from downtown Berkeley. Total of around 4 miles (3.6 according to google maps, but we backtracked a little for dinner), and I really liked it. I don't walk enough when I'm so busy.
Only downside of the night was that I accidentally paid a bill out of the wrong account. They paid it, but it overdrew me, so now I have to transfer money over and I'll have a fee to pay. A drag, but it only bummed me out for a few minutes. Hard to sustain a bummer when you have such a happy day to view it from.
Thanks ever so to:
the always gorgeous wordlover
the never-forgettable
the fun and steadfast
the clever raconteur
the incisive and sub-rosa-witty T (who may or may not have an LJ, but if so I don't know the user name),
the consummate performer Christopher,
the ever-hot-and-lyrical M (barista extraordinaire, bagel purveyor, cleaner-up-after of inconsiderate crumb-leavers),
the earnest hip-hoppy N (newly extraordinaire barista, and former spoken-word virgin),
my lovely and talented
and our adorable audience, which included M (was it M? or J? -- I know it had a double letter in it, help me out here) and
In other news, my boss at Ikea called today. He wonders if I would mind, since he hasn't been able to hire a coordinator since ours left a couple of months ago, working weekends for another six weeks or so. I had offered to work weekends to begin with, and he said no, and then I moved on with my life and the eight-day countdown. I don't want to work the Christmas season at Ikea. I especially don't want to hear the Christmas *muzak* at Ikea. I'm not 100% sure of this decision, but at this moment, I'm, pretty sure I'm saying no. I don't need the tiny bit of extra income enough to give up every weekend to Ikea Christmas Madness.
In other other news, had a lovely day. Spent a short but gratifying morning/afternoon with
Only downside of the night was that I accidentally paid a bill out of the wrong account. They paid it, but it overdrew me, so now I have to transfer money over and I'll have a fee to pay. A drag, but it only bummed me out for a few minutes. Hard to sustain a bummer when you have such a happy day to view it from.
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Date: 2005-11-12 06:18 am (UTC)Cool.
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Date: 2005-11-12 09:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-12 11:09 am (UTC)I'm glad that the readings are working out!
Maybe
Date: 2005-11-12 10:45 pm (UTC)You have the upper hand, they need you. A counter offer is definitely within reason. :)
Valerie
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Date: 2005-11-13 03:21 am (UTC)Yep!
Learned what's up with the Ed Roberts Campus (Guy thinks I might be bored by the political intrigue, but I'm so not), and saw that Gilly-the-dog is doing better, which eased some worry for me.
Hmmm political intrigue? Probably more like family squabbles :-) and we are very happy that the Gilly girl is okay too.
shopped some, got something fun for
Oooh!