Saturday night was a maelstrom of compatriots, weather, and words all washed down with a delicious bit of fancypants gin and juice.
And just like that it was over.
For those of you who missed it (including me), below is a link to my Litcrawl debut, courtesy of my most stealthy friend, Jill Eyres. Photo credits go to none other than the cunning Leah Toeniskoetter. Thank you, ladies, for taking the time to document the evening. I’m so glad you thought of it!
Behold, the prologue to The Kind of Woman Who Would, as read aloud on a very rainy evening in the Mission, on my 42nd birthday: