It was interesting. It was a good time. It was hosted by some guys that were self-affirmed bros, but clearly due to their interest in poetry weren't fully bros. They were talented chaps. The poetry night started small but gained popularity, first with other kids who liked to write poetry but weren't in our creative writing classes and then as parties. By the end of it (this lasted about 3 years) there was much less poetry reading. But for a nice long middle ground we had a couple of hours of poetry reading each night. It was held on a weekly basis, on Thursdays.

So you'd have a lot of alcohol and conversation mainly in the kitchen and outdoors. Lots of yelling for the kitchen to be quiet. Some nights you'd get a drunken crush of people in the main/reading room and some asshole would stand up and recite the speech from Independence Day or Frost's "Whose Woods These Are, I Do Not Know" except a parody about flatulence. There were a lot of different drugs at a lot of different times. Plenty of people and I was one standing up and saying "So I just wrote this but..."

Some friends were in bands so we'd have bands come and play or local musicians. Some of the bros were decent at guitar and we ended many a night at 1 or 2 in the morning, most of us drunk (I didn't realy drink at the time) and singing "Wagon Wheel" or similar.

We did a sonnet duel once where a kid and I recited sonnets to each other line by line. That didn't last long haha, it's trippy on the tongue. Most of the time it was OC, not recitation. We had slam poets and page poets. It was a big mix of all sorts of types.