The Laughing Goat Café Is Laughing At Me

Tonight a few of us trudged down to Pearl Street where I was hopefully going to play guitar. We got to the coffee shop where they turned me away because tonight was only Slam Poetry.

Ways we could have avoided this: me calling ahead, more details other than “Open Mic Night!” on a sheet of paper, them answering their fucking phone when I called them nine times today to ask if it was Slam Poetry.

Oh well, my first show will have to be put off for another day, another week.