I experienced it all at Litquake:
The Good: hearing the phrase “earnestly pimpled.”
The Bad: heat so intense upstairs at the Elbo Room I had to leave, thus allowing me to hear the phrase “earnestly pimpled” downstairs.
The Ugly: I like cats but damn cat (Yelp informs me his her name may be Ripley), you need some hair!
Any writers that blew your socks off? Strange characters? Anyone else notice and/or find refreshing that the average age on Valencia rose about 20 years last night?