the Miro mash-up last night was a blast. The dancers (Joy, Beau, Buffy, and Paul) were uber-cool and generous, and the band–TJ Kong and the Atomic Bomb– is my new favorite band. Go to a show. Really. Amanda and Tobin were kind to let me throw words into the mix and see how they splattered. And then see how I splattered, and also how I tasted (you’ll have to wait for the pix).
Today I am in Chicago with my lovely sister waiting to read with the amazing Adam Levin. I lugged my copy of The Instructions here for him to sign. No mean task. I keep wanting to use slang from his book, but I know I’d just sound, well, like a bancer. Ah well. That’s how non-11-year-olds sound I guess. Tis what tis.