I read two stories at the Blenz coffee shop on the corner of Richards and Hastings last night, and everything seemed to go well. The past few times I've read, I presented serious material, and I found it disconcerting to read to an audience that didn't react. I was always left wondering if people were listening to me, or just tuning me out and being polite by not throwing things. Well, I had no doubts last night. Both stories got laughs (luckily at all the right places), so I'm pretty sure I was at least mildly entertaining. Actually, I had a lot of fun, and it was pretty cool to hear some of the other writer's who read as well.