i recently emailed kateri and said "the moth story slam is coming up. the theme is fathers. god help me, i may try to tell a story."
i have a really great story about my (step)dad and his extreme awesomeness.
earlier this year, we went to the story slam in seattle and they were begging people to sign up to tell stories. i may have done it that night if i'd had time to think of a story or, you know, drink all the booze. a friend told me that they'd also run short on storytellers at the ones in portland. i felt like my chances were good.
as i said, i have a great story. i practiced it a couple of times. i knew that no matter how much i practiced, if they pulled my name i was going to freak out and probably talk too fast. nothing to be done about that. i was ready to do this thing. finally.
last night, i put on a cute dress, my favorite giant ass kicking shoes, managed some pretty good hair and went to pick up kateri. she questioned me on ways she could help. did i want a shot right before? no? was i sure? yes.
we arrived. i filled out the release form and we grabbed seats. we were there early so i had a lot of time to freak out. but i actually wasn't freaking out that bad. yet.
the show started and i just kept thinking, "i don't want to go first. i don't want to go first." i didn't get picked first, or second... by the ninth person, i was so stressed out from not getting picked that i couldn't even clap for him. and he was great. he actually won. sorry dude, i would've clapped but i was having an epic tantrum on the inside. what does a girl who is trying to conquer her stupid fear of talking in front of large groups got to do to tell a story around here? i mean really.
before they announced the winner, they called the five or six people (whose names didn't get pulled) up to deliver the first line of their stories. so, i got in line. time to freak out. and sweat. like, within moments of stepping into that line, i was drenched and smelled real pretty. but then it was my turn and i stepped up to the mike and said my eleven words. i caused a tiny gasp. i smiled and exited stage left. i even descended the stage without tripping on my platform shoes. it was a pretty proud moment for me.
kateri even took a picture.
and no. i'm not telling you the line. its sort of horrific and needs the larger story. also, i think i'm going to write the whole thing down and send it to him for father's day.