Spring is normally a busy time, but this season has brought on all kinds of crazy. I freelanced a Dishcrawl, I attended a Literary Death Match, (not a Literary Death March as my sister would have you believe), and I welcomed home my college Junior who decided to stay a few weeks longer than the initial plan. Be flexible is the motto.
Back to the Dishcrawl. Apparently Maine is late to the game. This company is in more than 100 cities. You bravely pay 45.00 up front and are only told of the first meeting place. Joining up to 35 other clueless hungry patrons, you are led on an evening of four eateries in three hours. Remember: Flexible is the motto. It was a 50/50 split for me. Two great restaurants, and then a food truck with greasy fare, and an ice cream at the end when I really wanted a nightcap.
Back to the Death Match. For seven bucks each, myself and my companions purchased tickets for a Literary Death Match at the SPACE gallery in Portland. We watched while published writers read their seven minutes or less pieces, only to have local personalities judge and make fun of them, their work, their style choices. Ultimately through a combination of Pictionary and audience participation, a winner was deciphered. Did I mention there was a cash bar? It was hilarious. More so after intermission.
Now I am signed up to band songbirds on their migratory path, and to drink a new beer to save a local watering hole. Those are two separate activities.
Who has time to write?