Entries Tagged as 'At Grumpy’s'
Here is how it is
One day you’re leaping from bed at 11:37 on a Thursday barely-morning because you’re supposed to meet someone for lunch at noon and the next thing you know it’s Friday. And it’s May.
In between there was lunch, a call from your former boss that made you laugh so hard your throat hurt, talking about writing, [...]
Down
Tonight in Minnesota it snowed and then because that doesn’t make driving challenging enough it also decided to rain on top of that and then get cold enough to freeze. As my dad always likes to say, it was slickery.
Much to my own sense of pride, I decided to drive to class in the weather. [...]
Living the dream
“So you lost your job?” Vodo asked.
“Yeah.”
“I thought you were a freelancer.”
“No, I have a real job.”
“Really?”
“How do you think I made my money?”
“I just thought you mooched off people.”
“No way, I’m nine to five and all that.” I paused. “Okay, 9:30 to 4, but still.”
He narrowed his eyes and half-grinned. “Did you get fired?”
“Nah, [...]
What she said tonight
Peabo and I were at Grumpy’s sans Jags who had to go to some Christmas concert at one of her kid’s school. We were having a grand old time talking about nipples, Vodo, our classmates, teacher contracts, having sex with tampons in (is this possible?), lesbians, and yoga. Pretty standard dinner conversation, I think.
At [...]
The Oneders
One movie I always forget that I really love: That Thing You Do.
One annoyance: That I’ve been kind of brain dead lately and haven’t written dick to save my life — at all. So instead I make silly lists because of my love/hate relationship with Nablmo.
One ass that needs to me kicked: TBS’s. They keep [...]
Things I have done since I last posted back in 1987
Went to class where I was quite happy to see Johnny, the Greek
Went to Grumpy’s with Peabo & Jags where I ate a turkey sandwich, some tater tots and talked about The Sabotage Cafe
Yelled at 8-months-pregnant Al, the cutest girl on earth™, for making us late to her surprise baby shower
Played Guitar Hero with my [...]
How I’ve been ruined by Joshua Furst
“I read that because I heard you were going to be here,” Joshua Furst the author of the absolutely wonderful (and challenging in a good way all books should challenge you) The Sabotage Cafe said.
“Where’d you hear that?” I asked because I should not be allowed to talk to total strangers.
“Oh,” he smiled. “From my [...]
At least you don’t have to secretly hate her for getting in*
Well tonight I found out the results of that which I was too afraid to speak of. I didn’t get in to the The Loft’s Mentor Series. Boo. Poor Polly Pockets (how’s that for alliteration?) gently broke the news to Peabo and I outside of Grumpy’s tonight. I didn’t know who to feel worse for, [...]
Read moreOf human sexuality or, are you sure you’re not a lesbian?
The thing I love the most about my poetry class is going to Grumpy’s afterwards and debriefing with Polly and Peabo. Hanging out with smart, open-minded, honest women is the bomb, y’all.
Today we spent a lot of time spoojing over Jude, The Poetess. For reasons that are not quite clear, the Angry Fiction Writer got [...]
Victim of crime
I was a victim of crime tonight. Well, Ruby and I were. While I was happily chatting about the creative process, borrowing books, and angst at Grumpy’s, some bastard was breaking into poor, lonely Ruby sitting in the parking lot at the Open Book.
Of course the only reason that I know this is because a [...]
Gobs and gobs
You know nothing good is going to come of a night where the topic of rectal bleeding includes the words gobs and gobs. Really. I’ve come to the conclusion that most writers in my class are sick fucks. Ashes in hotdishes? Marbles in dead mom’s mouths? Rectal bleeding? Mortuary sciences?
I’m like Suzy fucking Sunshine compared [...]
My first screenplay
Music Geeks, the Argument: A Play in One Act by Jodichromeysupergenius
INT. DARK BAR — NIGHT
A group of eight people, five men, three women sit on plastic chairs in a secluded area of a divey kind of bar. They are seated around two formica tables that have been pushed together. One row of people sit with [...]
Hi shoe, this is the other foot, nice to meet you
There are times in my writing class full of very adult-like adults where Kelly and I mystically morph into two 15-year-old girls. I can’t explain why or how it happens, it just happens. Like magic.
Last night class ran a bit over. We had three really good student stories to discuss and we got carried away. [...]
The sexy turtle
This one’s gonna hurt. I just checked and at least I don’t have a 9 a.m. meeting. Staying at Grumpy’s with the Usual Suspects always sounds like a really good idea when I’m there, but about the time I hit Burnsville on my drive home I start to curse their names. Fuck them all.
Of course, [...]
No, I am not sick. However I am tired and my voice is gone
Dear World,
When you say, “Gee you look tired.” That is not what I hear. What I hear is:
“You look like so much stink that I can actually see the stink lines emanating from your stinky, stinky body. You are not pretty. In fact you are generally ugly and you should try to get some beauty [...]
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