Ah... last night was such a nice night.
I got to meet Chuck Palaniuk!! He's such an awesome guy.
To start off the evening, he read a short story called Guts... it was such a graphically descriptive account of different masturbation mishaps that an audience member actually fainted. I mean, she hit the floor *hard*. Chuck was so nonchalant about it, too. He says, "Oh! This is the 5th time thats has happened on this tour!"
The Cacophony Society, dressed as Santa's, interrupted the reading. Chuck gave 'em $50.00 to go buy beer. See? Fucking awesome guy. lol. You could hear them taking off down the block yelling, "Naughty!! Naughty! Naughty! Naughty!" lol.
But, the best part - or the worst depending on how you look - is Chuck remembered me!! lol.
During the Q&A session I kept raising my hand and he'd look right at me, then ignore me. I couldn't figure out why. The last time I saw him, he'd picked me first. I didn't think there was any way he could remember me. Anyway, towards the end of the reading he announces a "speed round" and walks up to me and asks me what my question is. I ask, and he gave me a really abrupt - almost rude answer.
So, I get in line to have my brother's copy of Fight Club autographed. I mention to Chuck that I met him before when he was on tour for Choke, and said that I'd asked him a really stupid question when he was in San Francisco in support of that book. He looks at me and says, "Yeah, about my shirt, right? It had a number on it". OMFG. I felt like such an asshole. lol. That fact that this guy, whom I admire and respect, remembers me only because I said something stupid. Arrgh. Anyway, I apologized and tried to explain that my question waasn't phrased at all how I'd intended.... He gave me a necklace that says, "Be A Space Monkey" and some seeds to plant for Forget Me Nots.
Only I would find a way to inadvertently insult one of my favorite authors. lol.
Anyhoo.. after that I went off to work. Closed early again due to NO FUCKING CUSTOMERS. I wonder what I can do to bring a bigger crowd. Hmmmm.... There's a lot to compete with on Saturday nights - the club across the street is the least. If I want a weekend draw, I'd best take my ass to another bar.
Since I closed early, I went around the block to another bar to look at the lovely young people. It reminded me quite a bit of high school.. all these beautiful people making their fashion statements, with their make-up, their clothes, their meticulously styled hair. I've never fit in there. But I got a drink, played wallflower, and watched how all the pretty people interacted.
Quite like ants, Dandy. Quite like ants.
I got to meet Chuck Palaniuk!! He's such an awesome guy.
To start off the evening, he read a short story called Guts... it was such a graphically descriptive account of different masturbation mishaps that an audience member actually fainted. I mean, she hit the floor *hard*. Chuck was so nonchalant about it, too. He says, "Oh! This is the 5th time thats has happened on this tour!"
The Cacophony Society, dressed as Santa's, interrupted the reading. Chuck gave 'em $50.00 to go buy beer. See? Fucking awesome guy. lol. You could hear them taking off down the block yelling, "Naughty!! Naughty! Naughty! Naughty!" lol.
But, the best part - or the worst depending on how you look - is Chuck remembered me!! lol.
During the Q&A session I kept raising my hand and he'd look right at me, then ignore me. I couldn't figure out why. The last time I saw him, he'd picked me first. I didn't think there was any way he could remember me. Anyway, towards the end of the reading he announces a "speed round" and walks up to me and asks me what my question is. I ask, and he gave me a really abrupt - almost rude answer.
So, I get in line to have my brother's copy of Fight Club autographed. I mention to Chuck that I met him before when he was on tour for Choke, and said that I'd asked him a really stupid question when he was in San Francisco in support of that book. He looks at me and says, "Yeah, about my shirt, right? It had a number on it". OMFG. I felt like such an asshole. lol. That fact that this guy, whom I admire and respect, remembers me only because I said something stupid. Arrgh. Anyway, I apologized and tried to explain that my question waasn't phrased at all how I'd intended.... He gave me a necklace that says, "Be A Space Monkey" and some seeds to plant for Forget Me Nots.
Only I would find a way to inadvertently insult one of my favorite authors. lol.
Anyhoo.. after that I went off to work. Closed early again due to NO FUCKING CUSTOMERS. I wonder what I can do to bring a bigger crowd. Hmmmm.... There's a lot to compete with on Saturday nights - the club across the street is the least. If I want a weekend draw, I'd best take my ass to another bar.
Since I closed early, I went around the block to another bar to look at the lovely young people. It reminded me quite a bit of high school.. all these beautiful people making their fashion statements, with their make-up, their clothes, their meticulously styled hair. I've never fit in there. But I got a drink, played wallflower, and watched how all the pretty people interacted.
Quite like ants, Dandy. Quite like ants.
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Holy crap! What kind of masturbation mishap could that be??
You must be in SF. What a wacky place.