Funny note: I had my notebook in my backpack for most of the time, leading up to me taking the mic. I felt almost embarrassed to have the notebook visible on the cafe table (I had it face down when I took it out).
It really felt like I was taking out a pornography magazine, with the amount of shame I was experiencing.
The event was fun though – a lot of silliness, and I met some folks in the crowd who were fans of Queensrÿche and Nightmare on Elm Street (spoiler: it was the same person).
I ended up wandering the store for a bit, after the event ended and everyone shuffled out. I happened across a collection of Ted Kooser’s poems, and it felt like the proper thing to purchase, to wash away all the terribleness that had preceeded.
In case you didn’t know, I’m a fan of his poems.
A quiet moment, outside the bookstore.