*cough* I don’t know if I’ll get in trouble for this later…
But if you didn’t meet Angie last night, and you wondered who that person was sitting next to me, well I only had the one photo of her piece in a gallery on my iPhone, but here’s a link to her FlickR stream with lots more of her pieces in various states of creation.
She’s very talented, with a distinctive sense of style that, I think, really stands out.
Also, she’s gorgeous, and nice, and a joy to be around.
Nothing I say will compare to the pictures that will be appearing to communicate exactly how amazing/surreal the reading was. It felt like we were characters in one of our own stories. I suspect everyone present with aspirations of authorship and all authors present will be writing something about all that transpired there.
The pictures are already popping up on Facebook, and will be appearing here, there, and everywhere.
People who were there will carry with them forever the knowledge that they were there. People who weren’t there, years from now, will try to pretend like they were. It’s the sort of amazing, surreal experience you go out every Friday Night to try and find and only once every couple years actually experience.
If you were there, thank you for coming. We’ll see each other elsewhere and say “Remember the beer closet? Remember the moustache band?” and we will never forget.