Super fun on Thursday. Despite or maybe because of the eternal blush. Yep. I read an unfinished piece and then a little short story. The unfinished piece was something I was writing the day before and the day of the reading... even more last minute than I usually do, and I was feeling sheepish that it wasn't finished, but I got so much good response, and some laughter, and good vibes from all my friends who showed up and some new folks, that I was positively happy. Also, Lane and Jeffrey Brown were great to read with... Jeffrey even making the sounds for his comic book panels; I was totally wooed into buying one of his chapbooks.

By the end though, I was exhausted. I ended up cutting out before the after-drinks were even full-swing, and trying to walk to the Fullerton red stop, but ended up quite a bit further than that, on Broadway, and so caught the Broadway bus home.

At the time, I was wearing my Reed sweatshirt and an older man struck up a conversation with me about what a good school it was, and had I seen the movie with Diane Keaton about that school - Reds, or something like that. He was really funny, and when he got off the bus, right before, he leaned over and said, "You're much too cute to be out alone by yourself." And I had to giggle as the bus continued on.

When I got home, I totally crashed out and slept for hours and hours, which sucked not because the sleep wasn't great, but because I had to do laundry, wash my dishes, and take a shower before work that day. I had to do the former and the latter quite badly since...

...I had a date.

A really lovely date.

Here is another picture I took the other day at the lake: