The Worst. The Very Worst.

I don't even know how to begin.
(I edited most of this entry out because I feel weird writing about it like this.)

The story starts last week. So I'm walking along my Eddie Bert streets the way I've been doing for a week. And I notice a sign for a Slam. Slam, you say? They have these in good ol' Bert? That's awesome. Well, maybe that's not what you say, but that's what I said. And I also checked if they've got a Poeting society at the Uni (as they call the University). They don't. So random slam in Bert was going to be my only chance at hearing poetry. Of course, I jumped at it. Told a few people about it. My three good friends were psyched. The rest not so much. After passing the poster a couple more times, I wasn't content with just doing the time and place. I needed to know more. So I took down the email address on the poster and emailed the contact. Just randomly like that. I'm never this gutsy. She said they still had slots open for the Slam, would I like to join?

Long story short (but not that short). Yes. I would. And I did. And boo yeah.
I am so overcome by shock and glee that nothing has sunken in yet, except that perhaps the Scots aren't as demanding in their poetry as folks at the Bo'. I just kept saying, "But this never happens to me!"

And I must say that angry political poets are the sweetest guys in the world. They are so pale and scrawny and serious but so, so, nice and earnest. They were so kind and supportive because they were tired of these two comedians winning slam after slam (see, comedians don't care about the important things in life, and that's not right). Some people meet cute guys in clubs, I meet (people who think they are) suffering artists who are excited about angry Asian girl poems.


















That's the club in daylight. The Bongo. It's actually mentioned in my guidebook as "legendary" which got me all excited. Then I actually showed up to the venue. And went, "Oh. Maybe times were different back then." It's just a room. And I'm pretty sure the Pub at the Bo' can seat more people. But I'll take it any way that I can.