Tonight was Sigma Tau’s Open Mic night, and ME and I didn’t know it, but it was apparently our responsibility.

(Did I mention? New Vice President of Sigma Tau? And ME got President? Rocks to be us.)

We were not prepared to be in charge, but our last meeting of the semester was the day before, and the President’s folder was handed over, and there we were.

I ended up being emcee for the night, introducing people and such, and read my poem first, to kick off the night. I hate being first. And microphones. But it went well. There weren’t very many readers — I blame it completely on the lack of fliers announcing it — but I think there were about ten of us. And our advisor is good at filling time; he writes songs that the English majors love to hear. And the place was crowded — much more than attended last semester.

I really like open mic nights. I love hearing people read their stuff, and for some reason, I alway get a bajillion ideas. I always end up with notes scribbled all over whatever is available.

Tonight, I came home with ideas for three new poems, and finally figured out to illustrate an image that’s been stalling me on one I’ve been working on.

So next year, Open Mic nights are going to be my pet project. Better organized, better promoted, and an actual donation jar. I can’t wait.

But which poem should I write first? Things I Will Never Do for You or You Can Tell This is a Party Because We’ve Got Red Plastic Cups?

Who am I kidding? First up is on the list of things to be worked on is the one I talked about last month. I’ve finally got the image I was looking for, this one I can show to my parent’s when I’m done.

Oh, and two more weeks until the end of the semester. Can’t wait for that to be over too.