Our show last night was pretty damn fun. 500 Genders put us all to shame with their fine, fascinating rhythms, and then we did our show ("Skeleton" and "The Famous and Expensive Breathing Technique"). We made everyone some salad, and then we all ended up drinking at some dark and horrible bar, watching Brooklyn beat itself up.

What else? What else?

Kaoscillations most profound. Also, we gave this nice British man named George hell for two solid hours while he bought us drinks.

What? It was St. Patrick's Day!

Thanks, Stain Bar! There is no better bar in Brooklyn for fiction writers and their imaginary friends. Next Saturday: we take our shit into Manhattan. Pull your fur coat close and walk fast, Manhattan -- we are coming to stick our tongue in your ear.

Posted by miracle on Sun, 16 Mar 2008 20:36:49 -0400 -- permanent link