I was so tired that night. I felt fried from constant stimulus, constant interaction, constant now and go faster and no, turn around, the other way. But a friend and thoroughly entertaining writer from Minneapolis, John Jodzio was in town, reading at Le Poisson Rouge — just a couple of subway stops away from where I work. He and his lovely wife were only in town for the evening. Not going would be just weird.
The lesson I keep relearning since high school: you never regret going to the thing, you only regret not going to the thing.
(Go to the thing!)
Full album from the evening here.
