Just call me Cringer

Well, I’ve been roped into being (okay, asked just once, whereupon I jumped at the chance to be) the dancing monkey at Cringe tomorrow night. According the the excellent host, the reading series equals “funny people reading from their old diaries, letters, songs, poems, and other general representations of the crushing misery of their humiliating adolescence, but it’s okay because they’re totally cool and well-adjusted and super attractive now,” and that last part describes me perfectly. Here are the details:

Cringe Reading Night
Wednesday, May 9, 8:30 pm
Freddy’s Bar & Backroom
Dean & 6th Ave.
2/3 to Bergen, any train to Atlantic/Pacific
More directions at http://www.freddysbackroom.com/directions.html
Cost: as always, free dollars

Hope you can make it!

WHY I’M ANGRY TODAY
I’m working for the next five weeks in an office building with only one elevator. One elevator, nine busy floors, and a bunch of lazies on floors two and three who apparently find it beneath them to use the stairs.

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