We arrived a little late to Kiss Punch Poem so we didn’t get to take part in the exquisite corpse but we did get to hear it. Good thing too, seeing as the improv was based off of what the audience had created. After some improv, there was a break and one of the assembled poets would read a poem and then the improv would start again, stemming off of the poem. Finally, Thomas and his friend created a poem on the spot about the entire thing. Gets a little meta but it was entertaining, funny and it felt great to witness something that was cleverly created on the spot. I never knew poetry was so versatile.
The show was only an hour so JoAnn, Thomas, his friend, Jaime, and I moved to a bar down the street. Jaime introduced a great ice breaker game, instead of asking “what’s your favourite author/band/colour?” he went straight into the awkward deep end and threw out the ever-entertaining question of “how did you lose your virginity?”. This apparently bonded the four of us together well enough because JoAnn and I convinced the two of them to accompany us to a bar in the Lower East Side, that JoAnn thought she remembered how to get to.
We spent most of our time in one bar, before Thomas wisely made his exit and the three of us continued to a bar a few doors down, which was actually the one JoAnn had been thinking of. Maybe you have to be drunk to find the bar.
It was a messy night and I dropped my phone and smashed the screen as apparently all drunken people do at some point in their technological lives. I let myself to be chatted up a guy who shares his name with a breakfast food and watched a 5 second romance unfold between JoAnn and a guy who just walked in, before realizing it was certainly time to get the hell out of there and go home. The next morning was brutal and as I surveyed the damage (the damage that was in my head and limbs) and found Jaime’s book of poems in my bag, I realized I should always take caution when drinking with poets.