A day late

I didn't write about this yesterday because, well, I was feeling lazy and there was a lot of linking involved.

On Tuesday night, Curly, Katie, Sean Conrad and I got our nerd on and attended the WYSIWIG Talent Show at P.S. 122. The show runs once a month and consists of bloggers telling stories around a theme. This month's was "New York, The City That Never Shuts Up." Say what you will about blogs and the narcissists who write them – blogging has revived storytelling as entertainment and personally, I think that's pretty fucking cool. That said, you'll never catch me doing one of those shows because I'm shy and socially awkward. Ahem.

All of the performers were excellent, although Curly and I went primarily to see Joe. My. God.. JMG was awesome and hilarious. We were also meeting Katie in person for the first time, after reading her blog and emailing her for a long time. She's rad. We remarked about how it's strange to meet someone who's personal life you read about every day, and not know basic things like what they do for a living. Or as Katie so eloquently put it, "I was just thinking about how you guys read about how big my boyfriend's knob is every day." And Sean Conrad went, well, because Sean Conrad likes being the only guy hanging out with a bunch of girls. Can't say I blame him.

After the show, we headed over to the bar where Hot Bouncer works because it was two blocks away and I was under the mistaken impression that he doesn't work early in the week. Yeah, "mistaken" was the most important word in that sentence if you missed it. We chatted about all sorts of bizarre and random things, like guys sharing underwear, pantyhose sizes, the word "lover" and the phrase "make love," the people who use either or both and aren't kidding, and more.

If you haven't been to WYSIWYG, you should go to the next one. Maybe I'll be there. Say hi.