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By the time I made it to the Pen Cabaret, I was beat-down tired. It was cold and raining and I was sort of hungry. But being a good little PEN Soldier, I scrambled over the Webster Hall. I bought a drink. It cost $24.

Bill T. Jones opened the night with an interpretive dance while reciting poetry by Dylan Thomas. Afterwards, Bea Palya turned her 5000 megawatt personality on the crowd. She had us all singing back up for her in a language we don't even know. Even me, as tired and hungry as I was....