Are you looking for a low-key Monday night event to take your Tinder match on a second date to to test their sense of humour, Vancouver?
Are you hoping to break out of your book club humdrum but still want some book action?
Maybe you’re just free next Monday and are looking for something fun to do?
Well… I have a show for you!
Funny people read from (and take the piss out of) the worst books they can find at Say Wha?! Readings of Deliciously Rotten Writing.
Cottage Bistro, 4470 Main Street, Vancouver, BC
Show: 8-10 PM
Tickets: $10 at the door (cash only)
What people have said about Say Wha?!
As Vancouver continues to emerge as a leader in the present and future of writing on the world stage—via publications like Poetry is Dead and One Cool Word and events held by the Vancouver Book Club, the Robson Reading Series and the Vancouver International Writers Festival, to name a few, the Say Wha?! series offers an important and perfectly Canadian contribution to the scene: “Quit taking yourselves so seriously.” – Granville Mag
“I like it when the definition of “theatre” gets stretched. That’s what Sara Bynoe’s doing…I gut laughed the whole evening. So did the rest of the audience. It was a full house. It always is.” – TJ Dawe
I have two delightful shows for that wonderful downtime between Xmas and NYE. Join me for some fun and laughs on Main Street.
Like my clickbait headline? Sorry, I had to do it. I’m just so excited to tell you about the awesome Say Wha?! show I produced last week.
A student from Langara College was there on an assignment to report on the event. She nicely summarized the show and wrote about who read which book – but before you clink on the link, can you guess who read what?
Have you read any of these books? Let me know what you thought about them in the comments.
Missed the show?
Somewhere in the back of your closet gathering dust and turning yellow with age is comedic gold. Those old journals, poems, and essays you wrote as a teenager when you thought you could do no wrong, would probably make you cringe if you were to read them today. Now, imagine sharing them in front of an audience. That’s exactly what happens at Teen Angst Night. You held on to those diaries for a reason, right? This is that reason!
The last time I did a show at The Fox, it was packed with standing room only. Most people bought their tickets at the door. I get it, Vancouver, you’re a last minute kind of city. I’m just trying to save you money. Get your $10 tickets now. Or pay more at the door and risk your chances of getting in.
*Early bird tickets – $10 (Sales end Thursday at midnight)
At the door – $15
This event is not all ages, 19+ only
Partial proceeds of this event will go towards a local youth charity CLICK – Contributing to the Lives of Innter City Kids.
* Please arrive early for the best seats. Standing room is a possibility if you’re there late.
Doors: 7 PM
Show: 8-10 PM
Y2K dance party to follow. Yes, you get free entrance a dance party devoted the one hit wonders, guilty pleasures, and tried/true classics of the early to mid-2000s after Teen Angst Night.
Kyla del Rossario
RULES OF TEEN ANGST NIGHT
You can share anything (poetry, songs, letters, journals, diaries, essays, stories, plays, lists, etc) so long as it follows these rules:
1- The work must be your own.
2- You must have written it between the ages of 10-19.
3- You cannot be proud of the work you are sharing. It’s best if you’re extremely embarrassed of it.
“But is it real comedy? It most certainly is. People love to laugh and there are many routes to arrive at that destination. Is it traditional? It most certainly is not. It’s not what the average person envisions when they think of comedy. But regular shows would kill for these kinds of laughs.” – Georgia Straight
“I like it when the definition of “theatre” gets stretched. That’s what Sara Bynoe’s doing.” … “I gut laughed the whole evening. So did the rest of the audience. It was a full house. It always is. – TJ Dawe in the Charlebois Post
“A highlight [of the Teen Angst Night] was the felt board presentation by Sara. The former library worker read an old high school poem based on the Night Before Christmas that told about the gang in her neighborhood, The Flava. Even if you couldn’t see the felt board cutouts of trucks with “the Flava” symbol on them, it was bloody hilarious”- ION magazine
For this week’s Story Time Tuesday I’ve decided to post a poem. Some of you may have read it before -if you’re a super online stalker. As I’ve been spending a lot of time lately hanging out on Main Street, debating if I should just find some dumb-ass serving job and remembering my days at Goldsmiths with my inspiring writing group, I figured this was an appropriate piece to post. Plus I’ve been too busy editing and rewriting my novel to write something new.
one week before I got fired
waiting on tables
at East Van’s favorite late night eatery
across from the neon light store/ drug front
down from ten coffee shops in four blocks
next to stores with silk screened ironic t-shirts
locally made jewelry and retro records.
filling my arms with
local brew, sangria and the mix of the day
black beans on basmati
coconut milk and quinoa
mango, tofu, peanut sauce
large nachos the size of my torso.
two guys are sitting at a back table
drinking one p.m. beers
one hides behind Buddy Holly glasses
the other shields with a sleeve of tattoos
while white people with dreadlocks listen to hip hop
while the smell of spray paint loiters in the alley
while the new cook burns the chili
and I’m shedding dreams like onion tears
after three rounds
they left behind torn napkins
empty cigarette boxes
an insulting 6% tip
and a note
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL