Day 8: Lincoln, NE
UPDATE!
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Poets! Go to Lincoln, Nebraska! They will laugh at your jokes, buy you beer and make you breakfast in the morning! A wonderful time!
Five from Lincoln:
1) We parked the bus out behind the old steel works, under an overpass, and for an instant I wondered if I was going to meet an ugly end while searching for my toothbrush by cellphone light.
2) I didn’t. I made it back to the hotel (we had a softie moment for Joshua, Matthew, Blake, Bill and I) just in time to doze for an hour only to be woken up by a woman down the hall screaming, “I can’t do it anymore! My vagina!”
3) Seriously.
4) But I won’t let that color the whole experience, and neither should you.
5) Here’s a glimpse into what has been our best reading yet, due in no small part to the absolutely perfect audience (Listen to them!).
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I heart the vagina story.
I was at last night’s reading and it was incredible. I’m glad to hear that it seemed as amazing from the perspective of those who were on-stage. I wrote up a long play by play on my blog, so if anyone else cares to dutifully over-analyze the evening then I offer them this headstart:
http://bouvard.wordpress.com/
I live in Boston, MA. If you cruise through, you by default have a place to stay and if you have a slot, I would love to read.
moderator of ArcanumCafe.com OD and frequent submitter to D*O*S
Either way….rock on with your socks on!
Lewis
(your whole adventure is envious and adulterous and amazing!)