birthday minutes.
so much for me as stenographer.
i failed to do any minute-minding during this past NWHC meeting (monday, june 20, 2005, year of our lord). i was heavily involved with the newman's own limeade and gin (which caught up to me and turned me into a zombie, part of which you can read about here) and therefore was unable to perform my duties. fortunately, miller used the typewriter to do some documenting (see chuggens for some direct quotes from conversation). i feel a little threatened. has my position been usurped?
we decided to forgo the "official" NHWC meeting for a birthday party, but it's in our blood. it's in our mitochondrial dna. we can't resist talking all literary and shit. a typewriter was set up - two by the end of the night - and we did some spontaneous writing, exquisite corpse style. and some of our guest members even contributed. gracing our presence that evening was....
robin. pure awesomeness. unfortunately, she had obligations to such things as work and sleep, but she was there to launch some ships and candles. she did not write, though. maybe next time.....
lafe. who knew he was a judo madman? certainly not me. i've never seen someone so in control of being out of control before. it was fascinating. he made the first brave venture into the pool. by choice. and he joined our typing antics.
miller. after cleaning everyone out at poker, miller finally graced our presence. (actually, now that i think about it, this was, in fact, miller's second writers' club appearance. the last time he was there at the beginning, making us all goofy and then getting out of there when it was time to get down to business).
honorary members, we welcome you.
as for minutes....well, i think the pictures and poems say more than i could.
next week, it's back to work for us (i think beth, especially, will be relieved to read that). so far she's in the lead in our rejection letter contest. that's what happens when you're the only one submitting anything.
i failed to do any minute-minding during this past NWHC meeting (monday, june 20, 2005, year of our lord). i was heavily involved with the newman's own limeade and gin (which caught up to me and turned me into a zombie, part of which you can read about here) and therefore was unable to perform my duties. fortunately, miller used the typewriter to do some documenting (see chuggens for some direct quotes from conversation). i feel a little threatened. has my position been usurped?
we decided to forgo the "official" NHWC meeting for a birthday party, but it's in our blood. it's in our mitochondrial dna. we can't resist talking all literary and shit. a typewriter was set up - two by the end of the night - and we did some spontaneous writing, exquisite corpse style. and some of our guest members even contributed. gracing our presence that evening was....
robin. pure awesomeness. unfortunately, she had obligations to such things as work and sleep, but she was there to launch some ships and candles. she did not write, though. maybe next time.....
lafe. who knew he was a judo madman? certainly not me. i've never seen someone so in control of being out of control before. it was fascinating. he made the first brave venture into the pool. by choice. and he joined our typing antics.
miller. after cleaning everyone out at poker, miller finally graced our presence. (actually, now that i think about it, this was, in fact, miller's second writers' club appearance. the last time he was there at the beginning, making us all goofy and then getting out of there when it was time to get down to business).
honorary members, we welcome you.
as for minutes....well, i think the pictures and poems say more than i could.
next week, it's back to work for us (i think beth, especially, will be relieved to read that). so far she's in the lead in our rejection letter contest. that's what happens when you're the only one submitting anything.
posted by sarah at 6/23/2005
5 Comments:
brilliant brilliant brilliant! stellar blogging!
sarah
I think this entry does a lot to flesh out the real goings on that fateful night. I am glad siri is 29, and I am glad that we can get back to work, as you say. I hope everyone knows that I expect them to submit something to somewhere by monday, online submissions are easy! c'mon people now, smile on your brother, everybody get together try to send something out right now. I look forward to the camraderie, but maybe I am an old woman, I can't stay up all night on a monday. god bless those who can! and the typewriter should be out each meeting, so we can keep minutes more accurately! can I exclaim a little more! yes!
But I am still using that straw with the umbrella on it to drink all my iced tea. It makes every day like NHWC.
I'm'as gonnas dos its. I's promises maybes.
chuggens
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