Yesterday I went to the reading of someone I don't like in order to support someone that I do like. As it turned out, everything went great. The piece that he read was awesome and very heartfelt, I got quite drunk, and I wore my kickass new red boots.

I felt good. I sat between my husband and one of my longtime writing colleagues, listening to another friend read. When the girl I don't like got up to introduce people, she stumbled nervously and I laughed.

I never said I was a nice girl.