By The Light

This has been a very full week. I've had something fun planned for every night. Last night, as Jennifer so nicely described, was the Found reading at Raw Sugar.

Though if you have the choice of sitting on an organ bench to watch an hour plus long reading, I suggest you don't. At the Moon Room for a post-reading drink, it took D.Jack (aka the Guybrarian) and I several minutes to describe the many almost-back-saving coping strategies we'd developed.

I've only been to the Moon Room twice now, but it's a great little spot. Small, cozy, good beer, good wine, good food, lovely wait staff. A very good place for a date, if you're in the market for one of those.

Though I think it may be Little Italy's Manx, so if you don't want to have a very awkward internal moment of "Should we sit with our friends? Or should we tell them we're on a date? Or wait, is it a date? I mean, I think it's a date, I shaved my legs, but I dunno, maybe he doesn't think it's a date. Though he did Facebook flirt with me. No, it must be a date. It would be really rude to say no? And then how weird would it be to be sitting like, one table ov- Christ, Butcher. Shut it." magnified into an even more awkward external moment when all you can say in answer to the question is "Don't make me answer that question," because your brain is giving you not no answers to the question but both.

Don't say I didn't warn you. About something. I think.

Tomorrow night is Rock and Roll Friday with Jennifer and Megan: New Hair Edition. I totally copied J. and booked a hair appointment for just a few hours after hers, so we'll both be perfectly styled with radically new heads. We don't really know much about the bands, except that I think we might both like the last one, and one of the other ones I think I might be able to tolerate and I think she will hate, but ach. If that's the case, we'll go powder our noses and compliment our hairdresser behind her back.