Well, last night’s event at The Tank was a load of fun. Aside from the fact that the venue is a quaint little, absolutely inviting theater space, it’s also a perfect space for readings. “Just Working on My Novel” was designed by the ever amazing, always entertaining Russ Marshalek, as an outlet for those who have been working on, talking about, or professing a desire to write, a novel. Each of these events will feature a published author, and I am honored to have been the writer to have had the priviledge to wear the innagural pair of JWOMN shoes. I started the affair by reading from Anointed and closed it out by reading the first chapter from MY follow-up, Angelic Malcontents. It was the first public reading of that particular material, and I was elated to have received such a positive response.
As you can see, the set-up on stage was simplistic, and included a weird little Maid/Unicorn Head…thing that was holding a copy of Anointed. This too, was a Russ Marshalek special inclusion, and I really don’t know what to say, other than it will find a place in a story of mine very soon. A bizzare, bizzare piece of, well, whatever you refer to it as.Tonight, once more at The Tank, is the religious roast, Fishsticks for Jesus. It will be a night of comedy at religion’s expense, and I fully expect that there will be much to write about tomorrow morning, when I sit down, groggy, and struggling through words with a cup of coffee firmly in hand. Then, sadly, it will be time to depart from the Big Apple. There’s never enough time to see everything you want to see here. Even with 3 full days, you just pick what you want to see & leave it at that.Today was a lazy day, to be honest. As a birthday present to MYSELF, I slept in until 9, staggered downstairs to grab as much coffee, yogurt, danishes, and additional creamer/sugar for coffee later, that I could carry and returned to MY room to relax, and attend to the weighty amount of birthday wishes and photo comments on Facebook. I stayed there, spent some time catching up with Alice and telling the dog hello, and finally wandered out after noon or so to meet Russ at The Tank.
12:35 p.m: I arrive at The Tank and proceed to be a complete ass to Russ in front of his Tank cohorts. He rightfully reads me the riot act, tells Alice on the phone that I am being a stupid dick, and informs ME that he doesn’t work for ME anymore and “doesn’t have to take that shit.” I realize that he is absolutely correct, and that I apparently don’t have enough caffeine in ME after all. To Starbucks!
1:33 p.m: The frap helped. I’m feeling loose and free again, and after a bit of a ride on the trains, we’re in Brooklyn, heading for food and then, Word, Brooklyn’s best little Indie bookstore. One problem though, which Russ points out with a question that I cannot answer.
Russ: Where are we?
ME: Hell if I know.
Yeah. Lost in Brooklyn. And not that, “well, this is the ok part of Brooklyn that you shouldn’t be afraid of,” but rather that, “Oh, dear God, we’re going to die,” area that you would rather avoid. Yay Russ! I ask him if it’s ok to hand him back the, “Stupid dick,” moniker. He grudgingly agrees. We head back to the train and the Greenpoint stop we should have gotten off at to begin with.
2:00 p.m: We arrive at Brooklyn Label, and I eat the absolute best burger I have ever had in my life. It’s a neat place, full of character, and Russ pointed out some guy in the corner that is supposedly a famous musician. Yeah. Like I would know him.
2:40 p.m: We arrive at Word, where we spend an hour shooting the breeze, bashing stupid books, and discussing why James Patterson is sadly the best thing that Hachette Book Group USA can promote. Well, except for that Twilight thing, anyway. I buy a copy of The Book Thief, a Young Adult title I’ve been wanting to read since it came out in 2006, and we head out for the G Train.
There has been an absence of notable excitement today. Yesterday, after I blogged, I left the hotel in search of caffeine and dinner. I got down to 8th street, a block away, when I was halted by 3 fire trucks, 4 cop cars, and 2 rescue vehicle, and a throng of people congregated and staring skyward. I would find out, very quickly, that a crane had malfunctioned (or something like that), and that a netting that was holding broken concrete was threatening to spill its contents onto the road below. I would find out later that this is not a rare occurance in the City. I made it past that, only a block further before I saw 2 more ambulances, 2 more cop cars, another large throng, and a considerable amount of blood on the street. Just past that, a bicycle split in half. Yeah, man on bike vs. car, car wins. From what I understand, the guy was beaten, broken, but would survive. Crazy. There’s no shortage of entertainment around here. I look forward to leaving the hotel, just to see what I see.
Alright, all done now. Need to make dinner plans and get ready for tonight. More tomorrow morning before I make my way home!