Because that Dead-Last Brian or whatever I re-named him two posts ago, actually picked to go on last tonight, even when his name didn’t come up last for once. What is with that?
So I hit the road.
Actually, Ryan and New Friend Chris showed up, because I had promised them ample room to read peacefully, and it turns out an overwhelming crowd of Cosmos open night mic-ers made a liar out of me. (Next week I’m getting there at 5:45 to get that darn corner table! You watch me. Just watch me.) So we walked down the street to calm, peaceful, apparently smelling like a nail salon, Starbucks.
Fifteen tries to get online later, and here we are. You gotta love that Starbucks.
PS- Sorry, Brian, for ditching you. You may not know yet, but I’ve left. And we’ll see about next week.
PPS- Katelyn, wish you were here. I might have suffered through for you. But not for Brian.