I just know I looked like a friggin tomato.

I had a good day at work today and I'm digging the crap out of this weather! I have such a pretty view from my apartment. I'm starting to feel more at home that's for sure, granted there is a rock band playing at all hour of the day and night and I think I just heard some chanting coming from the other building.
So After work, my friend Corina invited me to go to a poetry open mic night at a cute little coffee shop on Congress and 7th st called The Hideout. I had never been to one and I'm glad I went. My favorite were these 2 guys that did some sort of impromptu poetry rap. I can't for the life of me remember what they called themselves but they travel around the U.S. to find little coffee shops and just spat out poetry they make up in a really creative way.
They were way better than I was. Ha, yes. Corina convinced me to read a poem I wrote. I did it before it got crowded thank god. Oh man was I nervous. I can't figure out why the heck I was so dang nervous. My voice never cracked but my hands were clearly shaking and my face got so hot. I just know I looked like a friggin tomato. Good grief I was in one act play in high school and I did really well in public speaking for crying out loud. Haha I guess it's true what they say about if you don't use it, you lose it. I did it thought, which I think says a lot, and I had fun doing it.