and i laughed and laughed....

monday night i laughed more than i've laughed in a very long time. because monday night i went to 'get mortified' at the makeout room (a bar in sf). mortified is a show in many major (coastal) cities where individuals read from their adolescent diaries. you have to audition to get in, and they choose only the choicest material. my friend marta's sister was performing. the lineup included the following:

1. a broken hearted 17 year old and her first meaningless fling.
2. a nerdy 8th grader's aggressive 7-day plan to get aaron rosenberg to like her.
3. a stalker/16 year old boy who buys a mini camera to secretly photograph the object of his affection.
4. a reclusive poet who writes bizarre odes to the woods (animals, trees, etc.) in rhyming verse.
5. a really angry korean teenager in texas and her first acid trip.
6. a cheerleader from ohio and her romance with the football coach (ending in a football-themed rhyming poem for the broken hearted).
7. marta's sister, and her letter to herself in the future (written when she was in 8th grade) - "Dear Me,...what i most want to ask, what i really want to know, is are you still ME, ME?"

am i forgetting one? i might be. they were all hilarious. and the BEST part about the whole night was the combination of friends (new/old/different friend groups) who were there. and *i* didn't even facilitate their hanging out together. who knew? just one year after moving here, who knew that i would a) have friends and b) have more than two friends and c) that they would hang out together?! oh, and d) that they would all be such cool people? seriously, they're great.