I was having a terrible day yesterday until I actually did my reading at Buffalo State for the Rooftop Poetry Club. Traffic was horrendous, some old person took ten minutes to use the ATM machine, just a rotten day. I popped over to the Buffalo Spree offices for the first time and got to meet Elizabeth Licata (the editor in chief) and drop off a comp copy of the book for review purposes.
Then I got to Buff State and the Visitor parking section was chock full, so I had to risk parking a mile away and possibly getting a ticket (which I didn’t, thank god). The turnout was not spectacular, but we had a tight knit group of students and poets who showed up during miserable weather and I read a brand new piece (‘The Best Laid Nervous Breakdown’) that I wrote this week about how brutal wedding planning is. It’ll be going into the Night Life print column this Monday, so you don’t want to miss out on the new issue. It felt nice to be back on campus for the first time in three years and to feel like I belonged on some level. I wish that the Club was around when I attended as a student, and I plan on popping back in for their other events after all the book promotions are over. Many thanks to Lisa Forrest for setting up the event and Sarah Reis for splitting the bill with me. I truly enjoyed my time there yesterday and once the podcast is up on their site, I’ll pop a link up here.
Afterwards, I realized that my Club W appearance downtown is next Thursday, so instead of staying home (which I wanted to do more than anything), I went out. First I hit the Green Buffalo to hang out with some of the gang from Salon On The Avenue (where I get my hair cut) and then I popped over to the Hidden Shamrock. Both places were mobbed with Sabres bandwagoneers. Where were all these fans five months ago? Sports posers fascinate me. So I had a few doubles of whiskey, a few frosty Guinnesses, and a few Bud Lights before Michael Bly showed up. I gave Mike some posters for the event (which I’d been meaning to do, but haven’t had the time) and attempted to chat with him, but he was getting talked up by some fans. My buddy Brendan showed up (late) and we shared one more Guinness until I begged off early at 10:30.
I’ve got about two more weeks of promotions and then I’m taking a break for the rest of May. I am dog tired from all these promotions and out of my mind for scheduling so many so close together. I’m still working on setting up some spots for June, but they’re not going to be as intensive and all encompassing as the rest of this month has been. I realized this Monday that I’d really like to have more free time to a)enjoy and b)write some new material. Crass Menagerie is at the 70 page mark and I’m starting to get nuerotic about running too much of my backlog in the print column.