I love me some Eugene OR.

Where I left off was right before Marietta picked me up from her house to take me to the slam.
It is in a Winery. A warehouse that was transformed before my eyes from an awkward empty space, to a fabulous venue. All made by this superwomen Marietta. She gets there an hour and a half before anyone else and begins to work with such simple determination. She knows what must be done and knows that she can do it all by herself.

As I type this I am at her computer looking out the window and watching her two Cats, Flower and Lucyfurr, bathing each other with kisses and long licks. Their eyes are on fire. They are doing the cutest cuddles right now. I wish I was them right now.

The crowd was so hungry to hear poetry and they welcomed me with the warmth that anyone from Eugene has ever displayed. My adoptive parents from both Nats I've been to. I love them so much.
I drank two bottles of wine poured by the lovely winetender Jordan. They make an incredible Pinot Gris!

My reading was so well received that I just felt so perfect. So warm. I knew once again that this is what I want to do forever. Write and read.
We did bar after. Party with the dopest Rock Women in the world. The cutest bassist ever to pick up that soul-ax. She had me at first pluck. Jordan and Dori and Che from the dinner. Eugene women are so beautiful.

Sunday morning (afternoon really) started with cooking. Chorizo and eggs, with a mashed fried potatoes that I made with a lot of seasoning, onions and peppers mixed into the batch. All on tortillas and cheddar to top the most rightous creation. We shared with Sam and Prego Taylor which was so Sunday morning family like.
Then we went to see Dakota's play at the University. "After Mrs Rochester" by Polly Teale was an amazing play that made me laugh, made me horny, and made me cry by the end. It is about a white girl who grew up with black girls in Dominica but was sent to a school in England in her mid teens. They treated her like an outast because of her accent. They always told her that she spoke like a Nigger. She went to acting school where she was kicked out because of the same accent and she started singing in a caberet chorus. She became a writer after so much shit, and was constantly haunted by the savage dredlock human beast Bertha Rochester. Like the beast in her that followed her everywhere and wasn't visable to anyone else. Bertha was played by Dakota and she was just filled with so much sex, rage, savagery that it was too much to take. Read the play guys.

After we went back to the house and cooked some more. I made my marinara and Marietta through the best meatballs I've ever had in the pot. Sam and Dakota came over to share this meal, and two more bottles of wine were absorbed during the cooking alone. I am having so much fun that I don't want to leave yet. Today my travels wont start till 4:30 to walk to the greyhound station and take that bastard to Portland where I will wait about 4 hours to catch the redeye back to NYC. I don't get back till 8am. I don't want to do all of that but the bus schedule ends a lot earlier than the flight. And I broke my headphones on the trip so there will be no music. Oh well.

Wednesday is back to work, but right after work it will be the first session of the Willie Perdomo workshop I am taking for the next 11 weeks. What? Yes I am so excited about this one. Hella Poetry.

I promise I will stop saying Hella as soon as I get back to NYC.