I know that we all get older and concurrently become better people (or at least that's the way it should be). Before my last relationship got serious, I used to go to poetry readings at coffee houses, bookstores or other calm spaces. It was a nice alternative to the club scene and I usually met some cool people there. This past weekend, a poetry event was held near my home. I was surprised by the venue because it seemed rather large but I bought a ticket anyways. It was one of my worst mistakes this year. There were too many people (about 500 and mostly women) in total and the space was crowded. A line to get a drink ticket. A line to get a drink. A line for food (I walked to the nearest Trader Joes because the alcohol was weak and overpriced). Two hours before the event starts. So I get seated and the first act was okay but afterward it all went to poo-poo. Every "poet" was mostly cursing or delivering sexual content. Not rhyming, metaphorical or anything clever. When one guy got to the mike, he was so bad I wondered (with two drinks in my system, mind you) what the heck I was doing there. So I walked out. Then I headed to the nearest club and was even more disappointed. It was dark and deserted but a once A-list actress, who in recent has done straight-to-DVD flicks and reality TV, reserved the club that night for a male stripper show. Boo! I don't know what made me more sad, not knowing where someone over 35 can have a good time in a big city like L.A. or seeing a celebrity that went from working with Quentin Tarantino to whatever mess that was.