totes morts

As usual I have a cold before I have to fly somewhere for a super-fun weekend. Neon green snot, runny eyes, sore throat, the works. Thanks germs, thanks a lot. Thanks CTA, where I probably contracted these germs, for forcing me to be on you over 2 hours a day. I don't want to be sick this weekend for Kevin's party in Minneapolis, but I really don't want to be sick when I go to SF next Thursday. Flying usually only starts my colds all over again, so I'm mildly freaking out. I have a feeling I'll be calling in sick tomorrow to rest up for the big trips ahead.

Tonight Nate and I went to the Chicago anniversary of Mortified. What is mortified? Well, for those of you too lazy to click links, basically a bunch of people stand up and read from their childhood diaries, letters to friends, locker notes, poems, etc etc. Anybody who kept a diary at any age between 6-18 can imagine how literally mortifying some of those entries were. I was telling my boss that in elementary school I used to tell lies to my diary. My most infamous was that some boy liked me (never happened until HS), and we went to Skateland and COUPLE SKATED AND OMG IT WAS SO COOL WE HELD HANDS. Yeah, that never happened. Whoops. Chronic lying as a child, brutal honesty as an adult. Again, no gray area in my life.

Anyway, our friend Brooke was one of the readers and her stories were awesome. It would be an injustice to attempt to re-tell anything anyone read tonight. Everybody was really funny. The event was at the Green Mill, the famous jazz club here that I've never bothered checking out. It was sold out, so it was super packed but the place was still pretty cool. I had two glasses of wine. Apparently wine and mucus are a lethal combo because right now I feel like hurling. Moral of the story: if there are any Mortified readings in your town, you must go because you will pee a little in your undergarments from laughter (pee bit stolen from Ed, undergarments are mine). It was great to get out and do something different, even if I was stuck blowing my schnaze the entire time.

I wonder if it would be some sort of copyright violation to do a mortified-inspired event of my own. I was thinking about totes morts blog posts I've written from 1999 to the present, and I'm sure tons of other people have some embarrassing Live Journal posts or something. It'd be fun to get my friends, most of whom are bloggers whether they like it or not, together for a night of reading funny old posts and drinking. Would that be illegal? I'm not aiming to be all creative and new with this, just thinking it'd be a good time.