It was last night, it was a success.

I didn’t do a final count but I know for a fact it was the largest crowd at a Two Page Tuesday we’ve had so far. We accidentally had a whole eight readers because I lost count of how many people I invited. This was actually really fine, and really, really good. The readings were lovely. There was plenty of bullshitting and fun and revelry before and after. Many French fries were consumed. Folks talked about writing and books and not books. There were new faces, and I got some new emails for the email list. I asked folks to take photos and send them to me and they did, so I have some photos to play with for future things as well.

A part of me is tempted to try and get one going in Cambridge (or anyway somewhere north of the river) in November. But we’ll see. The Banshee was happy to have us, seemed like. I’ll get some work going on organizing the next one(s) tomorrow.

For today I’m content to bask in the glow of a very good time, and enjoy the lazy, somewhat absent-minded feeling that comes after a very good night out.