Bohemian like you (65/100)

This afternoon I went to a poetry reading in a funky, alternative suburb. A member of my writing group was the featured poet. I may have been to a poetry reading once in uni, but I don't remember any specifics. There were a few stereotypical characters at this one: an older man wearing round blue spectacles, over which he layered his reading glasses (atypically he sported a suit tailored with a hole to reveal the tattoo on his back); a woman who read in a sleep-inducing monotone and several people too terrified to get up on stage. Overall, though, it was surprisingly unterrible. As another friend who went commented to our featured friend, 'I'm glad you didn't suck!' Today's excursion served to prove that stereotypes do exist in real life even if they are poor form in fiction, and to add some novelty and culture to an otherwise nondescript weekend.