Some thoughts on the Chicago reading which actually took place in St. Louis:

1) Yes, I did knock over that empty beer bottle under my seat. The floor was wooden and the acoustics quite cavernous. Very loud and embarrassing. I also sneezed loudly several times.

2) I laughed out loud during Julie Dill's wonderfully hilarious sestina, and wondered why I was the only one. Everyone else was sitting there stone faced. I would have laughed harder, but didn't want to stand out too much.

3) I look quite a bit like Jonathan Mayhew, but not so much like people's image of him. Apparently I am skinnier in person than on my blog.

4) Robyn's poetry was quite striking, as was Nicks, but I felt I had to hear more of it to form a lasting impression.