I can’t remember if it was Peabo or FFJ who said it, but while discussing Project Runway and my love of Christian one of them called him “The Gay Vodo.” So as I’m sitting in class Thursday night, staring across the table at Vodo all I could think was “gay vodo gay vodo gay vodo.” It took all my self-restraint and willpower not to blurt out in the middle of class about how Christian was the Gay Vodo.
Of course this has nothing to do with anything, but it’s what happened during my first night of class.
What I came here to say is that I am so excited about this class. The room was packed and I wanted to kiss every person sitting at the table. My last class was a total buzzkill. There were only ten people in the class and about six of them were mutes. It sucked. Hard.
I take classes at The Loft so I can argue, er I mean discuss fiction. If nobody’s talking there’s no discussion and while I do love to discuss stories with Jags, Peabo, and Dale, it’s way more fun when you have a bunch of different voices at the table.
This new class? They have no problems with the discussion. It’s so rad. Any class that has you arguing over what exactly constitutes a “crisis” on the first night is going to kick ass. I can guarantee it.
And of course along with class comes weekly post-Loft Grumpfests. This week Vodo pussed out which was okay, because that gave me, Jags, and Hipster Mom to debrief without his judgmental nod.
I am responsible for pointing out the Christian/Vodo conspiracy-theory-esque resemblance.
I am also trying to breathe through the sharp pangs in my stomach that come as a result of reading about a loft class that you, Jags and Vodo are all in and I am not. And to know that the class is awesome, well, that’s just even harder. I ate tator tots last Thursday night and didn’t realize the coincidence until after–of course I would eat them, it was Tots night! Say hi to Kelly for me. I *heart* her.
I’ll haunt Vodo during the summer, maybe, but I’ll be all alone and it won’t be nearly as much fun.
You do realize you have a standing invitation for Grumpy’s every Thursday night, right? You have to come at least a few times.
Ug, I can’t stand Christian. I want to beat the crap outta him something “fierce”.
However, he has talent, & will most likely win in the end.
How can you not love Christian? He’s the bomb diggs. All queenie and rude and 21. He’s so teeny and young and cute. I want to make him my pocket fashion designer, I am sure he’d get along great with Sven my pocket meteorologist.
“All queenie and rude and 21”, Yeah that about sums up my dislike, except you forgot to mention his manga hair.
My personal objections aside, I think he’s the only one this year with range & vision. I also think he was robbed during that blue jean episode.
Taking a Loft class would be awesome. I like hearing that they are indeed.
*waves* Hi. I’m Jodie-with-an-e’s SIL. And Bookclub Bitches rocks.
That is all.
Hey–wish I were there with you, but those fuckers turned down my Americorps ass for a scholarship. Bastards.
Do you go to the Grumpy’s on Washington? Because if you do, there’s a waitress there named Tiffany. And I love her a lot. In the non-healthy love way, too, of course.
Tiffany with the long strawberry blonde hair? I love her too! Kelli’s my favorite and Tiffany is my second fave. I will always love Tiffany for letting me order off the real menu on game day. She’s the bomb.
Yes, I love Tiffany! I always say, “Hey, can I just have something with vodka in it? I really don’t care what.” and she always brings me something perfect. She also works at Pi, and is so lovely there, too.
I will totally come to Grumpy’s. Maybe this Thursday? Make sure you drag Rob. Tell him I’ll be there and I’ll tell him all about dead bodies and freakish stuff since I know he digs that sort of thing. I want to come and play before the whole class does….and before you develop the chemistry that will force me into outsiderdom.
Peabo, you will never languish in outsiderdom. At least not with us and at Grumpy’s. I kinda hope you’re an outsider with those dead bodies.
I’ll leave the dead bodies at home–at least this first week. Yeah, I think I can come on Thursday after I’m done in the lab. Yay! Plans!!
Tonight should be very interesting….I’m afraid. The worse thing that can happen after my story is introduced is that long awk. silence. Yikes. Oh, by the way, I’ll try mention that I once went to writing camp when I was fifteen and that a poem I wrote in 6th grade won 25 dollars. That’ll show them they are dealing with a hard core writer. Columbia, New York Times, Mentor chosen one…I can compete with that.