Last night, I trekked to South Point for my storytelling audition for Speakeasy Stories. I had been somewhat practicing in my head how I was going to do it, but the main thing I was worried about was sounding rehearsed. I had to find that balance between knowing what I was going to say and not SOUNDING like I was reading a monologue. I arrived right at 7:30 and I saw the list of people reading. 18. 18 people telling stories. We were there three hours. I told of how I was eight and I tricked my dad into admitting he couldn’t say, “I don’t know.” It seemed to go well. The Human Baby told a story of young love and crushed testicles. I heard tales of the powers of crystal meth, Jewish sports angst, a navy fighter pilot almost crashing his jet, a celebrity calvacade, serial killer boyfriends and many more. It was a good night. I’m definitely going to do it again.
I’ve been saying I’m going to put up pics of my new place and CBR actually has a couple pics on his computer, luckily. *STEAL*