I had wanted to do something different from Bodega and now here I was wishing I was back at Bodega. Sycamore Stories, taking place at Sycamore Bar in Ditmas Park, was having its first show and I signed up, looking for a new challenge and stage. But when I arrived to what Kelley, the presenter, kept calling “the cave”, I was sort of disappointed.
The room was small and beneath the bar so there were lots of weird noises, if you walked down the stairs mid-way through someone’s piece, all eyes were on you and as Kelley, pointed out, which may or may not be a bad thing, it’s not like Bodega where the bar is right there and it’s easy to get another drink. I felt like if I had read there first, it would have been a good transition to Bodega, not the other way around. I had said the last Bodega felt like reading to a room full of friends, this was like reading to a room full of eager writers.
But then I saw Puppet Bus Man and Peter Storey and we flocked together. Puppet Bus said “I heard your got deported but then someone said they saw you.” I sure love a good false rumor. Especially when they don’t make any sense. I really hope I never get to the point where I’m deported from my own country.
Since it was a Wednesday Kelley kept calling it the Hump Day Reading and after awhile it took on a different meaning. From the sexploits (yes, I just used that word) of a woman in Italy using couchsurfers.com to a woman’s loss of virginity which sounded like it was a day in the life of Shoshanna on Girls (oh jeez, I just made that reference) to Puppet Bus telling about how he got robbed in a Paris youth hostel because a deaf French guy was masturbating in his bunk bed to my own story about elderly sex and STIs in a nursing home, the night began to take on a raunchy air.
The only difference between their stories and mine was that mine was fiction. Non-fiction ruled the night and instead of writing off the whole event as something I didn’t expect and didn’t know what to do with, I’ve decided that next time I’m going to try my hand at non-fiction. Maybe the new stage wasn’t the fiction step-up I was looking for, but I can still make it a challenge.