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So we had a Writers Circle today (where a bunch of my writing-inclined friends get together and share poems, short stories, whatever, and we've had these on and off for like 5 years. And by on and off, I mean two weeks in a row, and then a three year hiatus.)
Anyway
I read "Strawberries", of which I am quite proud, and I got what might be my favorite praise ever:
Anf: "So.... anyone else feel like doin' it?"
[Guys nonchalantly start crossing legs]
Gotta love 'em. :)
Of course, the group was six guys and me, so by the end of the night things degenerated into It's Just Us Guys Here mode despite my presence, and I was inspired to write the following haiku which pretty much encapsulates the Dude You Guys Are Gross Why Do I Hang Out With You factor:
Oakley piped up with:
"Peanut butter up my butt"
Conversation died
And thus, what might have been a fabulously constructive experience will be forever marred.
Anyway
I read "Strawberries", of which I am quite proud, and I got what might be my favorite praise ever:
Anf: "So.... anyone else feel like doin' it?"
[Guys nonchalantly start crossing legs]
Gotta love 'em. :)
Of course, the group was six guys and me, so by the end of the night things degenerated into It's Just Us Guys Here mode despite my presence, and I was inspired to write the following haiku which pretty much encapsulates the Dude You Guys Are Gross Why Do I Hang Out With You factor:
Oakley piped up with:
"Peanut butter up my butt"
Conversation died
And thus, what might have been a fabulously constructive experience will be forever marred.