Almost

I am almost giving in to facebook, just almost. Just day before, Trish was mentioning how she wrote "monolicious" on Coco's facebook... Coco just had mono, we all felt for her. But monolicious makes better, I believe. Just as "angelicious" or "hot trish" (a la "Hot Donna" from That 70s Show) would light up my day a little.

I said I'd write about the poetry slam, and I would. Which is now. We went one Monday night. I was really looking forward to it, because I'd listen to RC Weslowski on the Jeff O'Neil show on the Fox on the way to work, and poetry slam sounded like a whole lotta fun, less like poetry in the traditional sense, and more like liberal expression of the emotions/issues and flow of the words.

I went to Terra Nove to pick Trish up, and I was late. So we rushed all the way to Broadway and Commercial, looking for Cafe du Soleil. We finally saw it off to the left side of the street, turned into a side street, and I did a pretty nice little parallel parking. We arrived at the door, only to find 1. it serves vegetarian foods, and 2. it was closed. We were like, "What the hell?" So we called Ruby alternatively and went into a nearby cafe to have tea and pizza. We got in the car again, went up and down Commercial, and finally I saw it, a large, blue-walled building with two women standing outside smoking. We went up, and it was really Cafe deux Soleil that we were supposed to be looking for. The Cafe was full, this guy said to us apologetically, but perhaps some seats will free up as soon as some people start to leave after their dinner. We stood outside in the cold, with Ruby's friends... (oh sh*t I forgot their names... one of them is Diane) They are really a lot of fun, very nice. Then Ruby and Yuko arrived, and we all made it in.

Cafe Deux Soleil is quite large, and was very crowded. We were, unfortunately, part of the standing crowd just because all the seats in the house were taken. The bar was off to the far left, and the stage lay diagonally away from there, all around, tables, and excited folks about. We got our beverages and stood in our spots. Soon the MC announced the start of the show.

(Many many days later when Ange tries to finish this post because it's been a draft for so long that she went to another poetry reading last night)

I'll just summarize: Tim's special sauce, Shane Koyczan (sp?). Shane Koyczan again last night, and Dan and Mark. Love, love, love.

Thus concludes my brush with the artsy-fartsy world.