Some of the heartiest of Minnesotans might thing it was a moral failing on my part to take off virtually an entire week because of a cold. Those people can blow me. There is nothing fun about being sick and there’s nothing good or productive about doing a half-ass job while being sick.
No, taking a [...]
Posts Tagged: At Grumpy’s
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Nov 09
A moral failing on my part
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Mar 09
Reborn from a congealed puddle of tator tot grease
My throat hurt as I drove away from Grumpy’s at an entirely too late hour of the night. It was from screaming about how sexist Twilight is. Peabo’s voice probably doesn’t hurt because she’s all calm, cool, and collected in her arguments.
Part of the pain was caused by the laughter.
And the tator tots didn’t [...]
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Jun 08
High-falutin’ talk about art and artists
Last night at Grumpy’s, Jags, No Nickname Amanda, and I had a conversation about Art, Artists, and whether you can go on enjoying the art if you find out something really gross about the artist. I am not sure how we got on this topic, but it had something to do with Joni Mitchell and [...]
2
May 08
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, [...]
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Feb 08
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. [...]
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Feb 08
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, [...]
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Dec 07
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 [...]
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Nov 07
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 [...]
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Sep 07
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 [...]
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Aug 07
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, [...]
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Jun 07
Of 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 [...]
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Apr 07
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 [...]
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Apr 07
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 [...]
