Grill Talk
We Vistas and our other transient friends are not used to nice, new things. Our furniture are all second-hand, mismatched pieces of questioningly clean condition. We have a large box labeled "Free Stuff" in which we dump unwanted (and for good reason most likely) things and score our friends' crap instead. So yesterday when we all chipped in to buy a brand spankin' new forest green grill from Fred Meyers, we embraced it with the sort of worshipping, unconditional love reserved for the fruit of your loins, or maybe God. The only domestic purchase I've ever made before was also a green grill--a George Foreman Junior Grill with bun warmer. Not an hour after its celebrated homecoming, the coals still smoldering, Hells Breath calls to borrow it. This girl is sorta like a living Juneau version of a People magazine--meaning, she'll sniff out news a) even if they're not true, but most importantly b) almost immediately. Jack handled her request by holding up the phone to our spirited protests. Our grill is innocent, unbiased. It's clean and perfect and still loves us all equally. We just wanted that moment for ourselves before we started lending it willy-nilly.
While grilling:
1) we expanded on the Moose Booth concept. It will no longer be a stationary booth but a portable one enlisting the grill and carrying around samples and sauces. This has nothing to do with improving profits. I think Jack just thought walking around with the grill would be funnier.
2) Caro discovered a new artistic niche for us--"Vagina Art". This idea was born from the night Eve, Caro, and I made body paint art on butcher paper, but taken to a whole other, vaginal league.
3) apt nicknames were created for everyone. Our parents would be jealous of our name-creating abilities. We've got Judgmental Jack, "Call-Me" Cristina, (secretly) Evil Eve, & Excess Eric. Caro wanted to be called "Cold-Hearted Caro", but seeing as she so isn't, the name couldn't stick. She came up with another that did stick, and that was for me, and it's "Vaginal Val". Awesome.
6 Comments:
hey you have such a wonderful smile!
Vaginal Val, hm, i will have to get used to that.
Too funny! You know, I think those are the largest sunglasses I have ever seen! Congrats on the new grill.
Well put, Vaj.
Jackson
do i *want* to know how you came by that nickname? o_O
chloe: thanks :) jack still insists on calling me "vaj", grrr..
etchen: they're the biggest i've seen too! they had to be large enough to fit over her regular glasses.
moondog: well..........
I love your blog.
but i love our zine even more.
zines are the new blogs.
love,
aunt poop.
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