Thanks to Pete, I got an invite to the house of my favorite poet. She lives only two hours away and every month, she hosts Poetry & Pie.
So for one night, I got to spend an evening inside her beautiful and gracious home, drinking gin, sangria and champagne out of tea cups, listening to a harp, eating chocolate truffle pie and listening to the most incredible poets, as well as spend an hour talking about tarot cards.
That is the succinct, quick and dirty version. It was the most incredible experience. In fact, this entire month of April has been one long, poetic experience, kicked off by my first (nice) rejection letter, followed up by picking up Fatimah from the airport for tomorrow and talking to her about my future plans - apparently there is a great poetry scene in the Bay.
It gives me hope - that I could someday have a house like Rachel's, write poetry and do theatre and surrounding myself with people whose creativity I value.