There weren't any nude models at Talking Trees, though the house band was called the Anal Beads. Lots of poems about sex or tangentially referring to sex. The hosts were great. There were three of them, and they each shared some of their own work, which (to my ignorant self) was really good. There were some homeless people in the audience and one onstage during the open mic. It was definitely a different experience from the event in LA, which isn't to say it was bad. I enjoyed it. I got to read a few of my things ("Riverside, CA" and two untitled ones), and everyone was pretty receptive. One of the hosts promised to send me some details on other readings going on around town, as the one last night was the last Talking Trees for the year.
Wished Rachel could have been there with me like she was at the LA event.
Hanging out with Helyn was fun. She came to the reading with me. It's interesting -- we've had a lot of the same experiences, and we like a lot of the same things. Being around her feels like looking at a 17 y/o version of myself. I really want to be a good friend to her. I feel like she needs one.
I worked about 55 hours this week. I'm pretty tired. But money.
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