... It probably is Open Mic Night.
Well, Goal #97 specifically states "Go to Open Mic night at Starbucks," but you don't mind if I fudge a little on this one, do you? I hope not, because it's been forever since I've crossed off a goal, and the days are just ticking away. (There are 681 left.)
I went to an open poetry reading at a local coffee shop called The Fairgrinds (conveniently located across from The Fairgrounds racetrack, and sporting an all-too-appropriate jockey theme, as well!), which segued into an open "poetry to music" mic night. And don't be fooled--poetry to music is just a fancy word for song.
It was basically just a bunch of teenage girls drinking coffee and getting hit on by too-old waiters, listening to other teenage girls venting about life in rhyme and meter. There were funny poems, sad ones, rambling ones, pessimistic ones, cute ones... And I am not the biggest fan of amateur poetry, but I did enjoy the experience, and it even has me in a poetry-writing mood. Which is strange, if you know me at all, because I very much prefer prose. (This blog being case-in-point.)
It was an interesting outing, to say the least, but not really something I'd go to again anytime soon. At the risk of using a metaphor on the verge of a conceit, I'll say that my "Open Mic Night" was wasabi to the creative sushi. A good spice to have, but a little goes a long way.
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