Full of fail, but not really
Aug. 1st, 2009 01:25 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
seabird78My trip to the Printer's Ball is in the books.
I looted the free book tables something fierce, filling my arms to the point that I had to buy a tote bag in order to get them all home comfortably. Then I strolled around with a colleague from work for a bit, saying hi to a couple friends and enjoying one free beer and some cool demonstrations of paper making and screen printing.
Said colleague and I then chilled on the main floor for a bit. She headed home soon after, and I went back upstairs seeking live literary entertainment. I couldn't find the event that was happening up there, so back downstairs I went, where there was a reading featuring people from out-of-state lit mags. The opening poem was pretty vivid, but by then I was hungry and all the free cheese and crackers were gone, so I hit the streets and bought myself a slice of pizza at this little place on State Street before hopping the Blue Line home.
Got home around nine, still needing to be satisfied with good story, and so I popped in Walk the Line, which I haven't seen since my initial screening at the theater. God, I love films that combine music and narrative so exquisitely!!!!! And boy am I a sucker for stories of hard-earned love, the likes of which Johnny Cash and his beloved June Carter Cash know all too well.
So I guess I managed to get through at least one day of this hectic weekend striking a balance between being out and about and chilling by myself and replenishing my creative stores.
I'm sorry I was complaining so much two entries ago. When I vent it's cause I need to, not cause I want to be an insufferable bore.
I looted the free book tables something fierce, filling my arms to the point that I had to buy a tote bag in order to get them all home comfortably. Then I strolled around with a colleague from work for a bit, saying hi to a couple friends and enjoying one free beer and some cool demonstrations of paper making and screen printing.
Said colleague and I then chilled on the main floor for a bit. She headed home soon after, and I went back upstairs seeking live literary entertainment. I couldn't find the event that was happening up there, so back downstairs I went, where there was a reading featuring people from out-of-state lit mags. The opening poem was pretty vivid, but by then I was hungry and all the free cheese and crackers were gone, so I hit the streets and bought myself a slice of pizza at this little place on State Street before hopping the Blue Line home.
Got home around nine, still needing to be satisfied with good story, and so I popped in Walk the Line, which I haven't seen since my initial screening at the theater. God, I love films that combine music and narrative so exquisitely!!!!! And boy am I a sucker for stories of hard-earned love, the likes of which Johnny Cash and his beloved June Carter Cash know all too well.
So I guess I managed to get through at least one day of this hectic weekend striking a balance between being out and about and chilling by myself and replenishing my creative stores.
I'm sorry I was complaining so much two entries ago. When I vent it's cause I need to, not cause I want to be an insufferable bore.
