Moi. And Voix.
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Vu's Reads:
- The Nikki Giovanni Poetry Collection, Nikki Giovani
- The Story of my Father, Sue Miller
- Curve Away from Stillness: Science Poems, John Allman
- Science and Other Poems, Alison Hawthorne Deming
- Spectacular Science: A Book of Poems, Lee Bennett Hopkins
- The Measured Word: On Poetry and Science, Kurt Brown
- Contemporary Poetry and Contemporary Science, Robert Crawford
- Denver Quarterly
- Life after Death, the Burden of Proof, Deepak Chopra
- Letters to a Young Poet, Ranier Maria Rilke
- The Year of Magical Thinking, Joan Didion
- Nothing is Impossible: Reflections on a New Life, Christopher Reeve
- The Essential Mystics: The Soul's Journey into Truth, Andrew Harvey
- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nighttime, Mark Haddon
- Unable for the World to Sleep, Tom Ruud
- Stumbling on Happiness (the science of happy), Daniel Gilbert
- The Language of Archetypes, Caroline Myss
- Willow Room, Green Door; Deborah Keenan
- On Writing, Stephen King
- We Are All Welcome Here, Elizabeth Berg
- Through the Open Door to the Vastness of Your True Being, Eckhart Tolle
- Gilgamesh, Some Dead Guy
- Telling, Patricia Francisco
- Great Gatsby
14 comments:
Yeah. Like "take the cap off the salt shaker and DUMP" kind of extra salt.
p.s. those glasses were heavy and we had to walk like EIGHT blocks.
I'm totally counting this outing as one of my weekly workouts.
You sure know how to play hooky. Looks like fun!
oh man! hooky is the best! I am kind of playing hooky, except for 1/2 a day and no frosty drinks. But still.
Wow! Love the movie-star touch with the sunglasses on!
And those look like mighty fine margaritas, too!
I do not approve of this irresponsible behavior.
David says that because we didn't invite him.
He's just jealous he didn't get to see the strip tease in front of the mariachi band.
Good lookin' mischief. ;)
Next time I skip work and get sloppy drunk on Grain Belt at Liquor Lyle's, you two are not invited.
How much Grain Belt would one have to drink to get sloppy drunk?
My stomach hurts just thinking about it.
Damn. You guys look good! We should have a party to celebrate. I'll bring the jello shots.
You're going to get drunk on Primo ALONE? Oh, darling, no. I'm afraid we won't allow that.
Jell-o shots. Shiver. :)
Alright, fuck it. Jessi, bring over a pan of cherry jello shots to Voix's some Wednesday afternoon and lets all suck jello until we forget we ever had a job.
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