Just like typing on a Blackberry when you have fat fingers is hard. A couple of friends and I went to Busboys and Poets tonight to listen to speakers read essays from _Yes Means Yes_, an anthology that began on the internet. The people were enthusiastic and open and honest and the book def sounds amazing. However, the topic is not the most happy topic.
I got there late and the only spots left to sit were on the stage, behind the readers/authors. Talk about awkward. I couldn't look at them because the overhead lights were shining straight into my small eyes. I also couldn't look at the audience because its awkward and slightly creepy to stare at strangers. However, that did not stop me from staring at their food.
The post-Busboys night involved delicious thai food and a discussion of gay porn. Mainly whether or not I'd be a good director and which is a better theme: mechanics in an auto shop or football players in a locker room. Keep in mind this is the first time I have ever met one of the girls.
I would add more, but that will have to wait because my fat fingers are tired. I will end with a fun fact. When I try to reenact Meg Ryan's orgasm scene from When Harry Met Sally, I sound like a beached whale. Or a gorilla that has been shot. :( that prob does not bode well for my beatboxing career.
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