slam n' stuff
All right, I finally went to a Slam, people. Lindsay suggest Urbana, so I gave it a shot. I did not, however, Slam. I just wanted to watch and see what it was about. Ran into Gary Glazner (AZ), Tod Pack (VA), and none other than Taylor Mhaly. He won, of course. Dunno how new his stuff was, but it was good. GOOD. Bastard can write. He was the only real competitor; don't know if it was a slow night or what. But semifinals are next week. Does that seem early as hell? Oh, the host was new and terrible. I really wanted to tell her that the funny thing about microphones and PAs is they *amplify* sound- you don't have to yell. Gawd, she was vapid and deafening.
When it was over my friend ('nuter fire friend) just *had* to meet Mr. Mhaly. So we went up and I introduced myself as Kate, nicetomeetchoo, and my friend jumps in and says that I used to slam. "Oh, you're familiar with my work..." says Taylor. Strike one, asshole. Then he asks where I'm from; I tell. "But Alabama has never sent a team to Nationals." Strike TWO, asshole! I glare at him like his neck just vomited up his head and he hedges. "Wait, Montevallo?" "Yes, thank you." I respond, and walk away. What a schmuck. But the bastard can write.
Stayed over at my friends and snuggled, that's all. Man, did I need that.
When it was over my friend ('nuter fire friend) just *had* to meet Mr. Mhaly. So we went up and I introduced myself as Kate, nicetomeetchoo, and my friend jumps in and says that I used to slam. "Oh, you're familiar with my work..." says Taylor. Strike one, asshole. Then he asks where I'm from; I tell. "But Alabama has never sent a team to Nationals." Strike TWO, asshole! I glare at him like his neck just vomited up his head and he hedges. "Wait, Montevallo?" "Yes, thank you." I respond, and walk away. What a schmuck. But the bastard can write.
Stayed over at my friends and snuggled, that's all. Man, did I need that.