Today was my final Irresponsible Essay class at California College of the Arts. We met at 4:00 at an Indian restaurant downtown for half priced happy hour drinks and chaat, then the guys in the class and I BARTed over to the Mission to join Kevin's Queer Writing Today seminar (many of whom were in my creative nonfiction workshop last semester) for dinner at Big Lantern, next to Adobe Books. Here's my guys, Ryan Buresh, Jason Jimenez, and Ryan Funk, opening fortune cookies.
Here's some of Kevin's crew opening their fortune cookies, Militza Jean-Felix, Jill Tydor, Sarah Bushman, and Jeremy Ravdin. That's Leonard Crosby's nose, and Kevin's arm holding up a soda can.
So, what do you call this, sharing drinks and food with students during class time? Maybe you just call it fun. That's what it was like, we were all playing hookey and having fun. They're a great bunch. I can't remember my fortune. It wasn't really a fortune, it was an idiom, and then there was an extra fortune cookie that someone cracked open, and it was a spin off of my fortune, and someone said they were sister fortunes. This is so typical of me, I remember structure and effect, but content, oh my, I forget that dreaded content. The hardest part for me in writing anything is describing what happened, I'm so eager to get to the part where I spin and spin.
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