Open Mic-ing it again.

So, I read at the open mic at school on Friday night. There was a small group of MFA students collected in the Mellon Livingroom. It was so small and comfortable, really not menacing at all. I read the three poems I wrote this semester that I actually like, without the aid of wine! Woohoo. And I had three or four people come up to me afterwards and tell me that they liked my work. That made me feel good. I'd like to be a featured reader next semester. We'll see if that happens.