Going solo

I’m at the Victoria theatre on 16th and south van ness for a poetry
night. I’ve never been in this theatre before and it has a long san
francisco history. It’s one of the few old theatres left in town and is
beautiful. I’m seeing Jayne Cortez and the firespitters. I know nothing
at all about these people except that the firespitters include members
of ornett coleman’s old band and that Jayne was born in arizona, grew up
in california and now lives in new york. I don’t know if poetry is
really my cup of tea but I figiured I should give it a whirl. I whined
and moaned to myself for the last 24 hours about how sad and lonely it
is to go to an event like this by myself, but I can’t drag tom to
everything and I only asked one other person if they were interested.
sometimes I just asume no one will want to go. Not true! Mod went to an
astronomy lecture with me once. And Lisa went to a (very bad) artist
lecture with me. To’s been dragged to star parties, art openings, zoos
and flower gardens and a million art shows with me. This saturday I’m
dragging him up to the sonoma county museum to learn about bees. So I
can be brave for once and go it alone. Maybe what I need is popcorn.
That makes any event a party.