Except I can't remember any of them. This concerns me. I think I went to an open poetry night, but I'm pretty sure I spent most of the time worrying about Ginsberg and Dickinson. And I went to see Bre's band play again, but I spent most of the night trying not to embarrass myself in front of a boy and some bongo players. I failed.
I do know, that I went to Roller Derby on Saturday and had so much fun that I am considering giving up everything to be a Derby player. I would be Mad the Bad and I would be awesome. I'd have broken limbs, but they would be broken in an awesome manner.
That's what I fantasize about at present, when I don't know how to write about Kate Chopin and Oscar Wilde, or Dickinson and Ginsberg, or Elizabeth Gaskell, or how the 70s were good for women. I think "Gosh, all that would have been better with Roller Derby."
......I'm very tired, by the by.
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As it is rather presumptuous of myself to believe that I am the boy you casually remark about in this post, seeing as I don't really know the amount of shows you went to with boys and bongo players, I can't really say for sure if you are referencing what I think you are. However if you are I would just like you to know that you shouldn't have felt embarrassed,you actually made quite an impression on me.
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