Yesterday started out less-than-perfect, but the evening came through with the save.
Due to my never-ending calvalcade of odious tasks at work, I had to come in on a Saturday, yet again. My time there was somewhat productive, but with no thanks to the office itself - printers malfunctioned and sent documents to random locations on other floors, the lights weren't working, and email was insisting for a while that I was someone named Mohinder.
Also, I was not alone. Someone else was working on the floor, someone who I never saw, but knew only through his intense need to camp out in tnhe men's bathroom for approximately three hours, grunting, groaning, and picking his toes through well-worn sandals. (I shall remember those sandals, you constipated stall-hog.)
Then I was free, and off to Litcrawl (the big multi-venue reading event at the end of Litquake) - specifically, the Revolution Cafe, to see Raina read one of her best and funniest pieces. I grabbed a quick and less-than-satisfiying dinner (a veggie hot dog from the street corner, gotta love San Francisco), purchased a rose and a piece of chocolate cake, and hopped on the BART.
An excllent thing I got there early, too, because the "cozy" Revolution Cafe seemed seriously lacking in chairs and tables, and the situation only got worse as the event drew near. Incoming patrons circled like wolves, hoping to grab the spare chair I secured. I ordered a Chimay and put on my best scowl to keep the passers-by at a distance.
The reading itself was fantastic, with some very funny and insightful pieces from Watchword and Instant City. Raina really stood out, and I can say this confidently even correcting for bias - she was the best reader by far. The evening ended with a visit to the Elbo Room and the consumption of the aforementioned chocolate cake (by Raina, not me, although I cast many envious glances in her direction.)
Tomorrow, of course, is another day of drudgery and stomach-nagging uncertainty. All of the problems that existed yesterday, still exist and have to be dealt with in one way or another. But this was another good moment, and as I go along, the more I realize that these little peaks are really all we have to get us through.
Looking forward to the next one.
Due to my never-ending calvalcade of odious tasks at work, I had to come in on a Saturday, yet again. My time there was somewhat productive, but with no thanks to the office itself - printers malfunctioned and sent documents to random locations on other floors, the lights weren't working, and email was insisting for a while that I was someone named Mohinder.
Also, I was not alone. Someone else was working on the floor, someone who I never saw, but knew only through his intense need to camp out in tnhe men's bathroom for approximately three hours, grunting, groaning, and picking his toes through well-worn sandals. (I shall remember those sandals, you constipated stall-hog.)
Then I was free, and off to Litcrawl (the big multi-venue reading event at the end of Litquake) - specifically, the Revolution Cafe, to see Raina read one of her best and funniest pieces. I grabbed a quick and less-than-satisfiying dinner (a veggie hot dog from the street corner, gotta love San Francisco), purchased a rose and a piece of chocolate cake, and hopped on the BART.
An excllent thing I got there early, too, because the "cozy" Revolution Cafe seemed seriously lacking in chairs and tables, and the situation only got worse as the event drew near. Incoming patrons circled like wolves, hoping to grab the spare chair I secured. I ordered a Chimay and put on my best scowl to keep the passers-by at a distance.
The reading itself was fantastic, with some very funny and insightful pieces from Watchword and Instant City. Raina really stood out, and I can say this confidently even correcting for bias - she was the best reader by far. The evening ended with a visit to the Elbo Room and the consumption of the aforementioned chocolate cake (by Raina, not me, although I cast many envious glances in her direction.)
Tomorrow, of course, is another day of drudgery and stomach-nagging uncertainty. All of the problems that existed yesterday, still exist and have to be dealt with in one way or another. But this was another good moment, and as I go along, the more I realize that these little peaks are really all we have to get us through.
Looking forward to the next one.
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heracleitus:
I might have soapboxed about it in your comments before, but I try to live my life completely honest, both with myself and others. It ain't easy, but I intend to spread my doctrine until trust, love and truth reign supreme... or I die, bitter and disillusioned. Whichever comes first. 
vaux:
God, I have that happen NOW. Stoopid neighbourhood kids, bein' all...CO-ORDINATED...