The story, is that we went to Dirty Bingo. One round is the "Ex-Husbands" round. They are playing for the X on the board, so any "N"s that get called would be useless--except there is one ex-husband picked from the crowd who takes off one article of clothing and downs a shot for each N called, with two shots for the last article. I was woefully inadequately prepared for this: Sandals, shirt, shorts, and undies. So in short order I was naked and drunk, at which point the EX-husband is called upon to walk around the bar with a shopping bag, soliciting donations. The whole night is for charity, I don't remember all the charities, but one was a Rape Crisis Center, so I was nude for a good cause.
Earlier in the evening I peformed my first reading. I had been mentally kicking myself for not bringing anything, I wished I could just get online and grab "The Letter" from I Have A Secret. Then Boo held up Crooked Finger#1, and I was saved. I read "Awareness" from that zine and really thought I did a pretty good job.