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The Queen of Cheese Rides Again
Sep. 30th, 2006 12:26 amSaturday I'll finally go to the Dodge Poetry Festival. The festival is as far as you can possibly get from my house without leaving New Jersey--three hours drive round trip--and the thought of doing that every day, four days in a row, was a bit much. So I bailed on my old poetry cronies Thursday and Friday, and stuck instead to my usual tutoring schedule, with all the usual students. The students whose parents pay me, the dears. Which leads us to the spousal gaffe and running gag of the evening.
Dan and I went with some of our grad school friends to see The Science of Sleep, which was completely charming. Over dinner, I lamented that I hadn't managed to get to the poetry festival yet. And then...
DAN:
Sarah's been paid hundreds of dollars not to go to the Dodge this year.
RICK:
Sarah, I didn't think you were that bad a poet!
ME:
Well, that's what I get for founding International Bad Poetry Day.
KRISTEN:
You could wander the venue, declaiming the Queen of Cheese poem, and tell everyone they hadn't paid you enough to keep you away all four days.
SAM:
You could declaim it nonstop, like those monks who engage in continuous prayer. Hail Mary, Queen of Cheese...
Some time later, conversation turned to the new Starbucks that opened near my house yesterday. For their grand opening, they were giving away free everything, and gift cards.
ME:
Of course I went. They were paying me to drink free mochas.
ERICA:
Wow, combine that with your little Dodge Festival blackmail, and you're set for life.
ME:
Maybe I should take up not growing soybeans in the backyard. Does the Department of Agriculture still pay people for that? There's a wide variety of crops I could refrain from cultivating.
WAITER:
Does anyone want dessert?
ME:
I couldn't possibly eat another bite.
DAN:
Maybe...
ME:
D'you think they'd pay me to not eat dessert?
KRISTEN:
You'd have to dress much worse to get them to pay you not to eat at this restaurant.
ME:
Maybe I could get them to pay me to refrain from blogging about dessert.
Only dessert was good, so I didn't pursue that little business venture. If the Department of Agriculture paid me to not grow soybeans, I'm sure the thought of growing soybeans would haunt my dreams--oh, the lure of the forbidden! And no power on earth is going to keep me from the poetry festival tomorrow, Queen of Cheese or no Queen of Cheese. It's a good thing I'm in demand as a tutor, or what would we have to live on but all these Starbucks gift cards?
Dan and I went with some of our grad school friends to see The Science of Sleep, which was completely charming. Over dinner, I lamented that I hadn't managed to get to the poetry festival yet. And then...
DAN:
Sarah's been paid hundreds of dollars not to go to the Dodge this year.
RICK:
Sarah, I didn't think you were that bad a poet!
ME:
Well, that's what I get for founding International Bad Poetry Day.
KRISTEN:
You could wander the venue, declaiming the Queen of Cheese poem, and tell everyone they hadn't paid you enough to keep you away all four days.
SAM:
You could declaim it nonstop, like those monks who engage in continuous prayer. Hail Mary, Queen of Cheese...
Some time later, conversation turned to the new Starbucks that opened near my house yesterday. For their grand opening, they were giving away free everything, and gift cards.
ME:
Of course I went. They were paying me to drink free mochas.
ERICA:
Wow, combine that with your little Dodge Festival blackmail, and you're set for life.
ME:
Maybe I should take up not growing soybeans in the backyard. Does the Department of Agriculture still pay people for that? There's a wide variety of crops I could refrain from cultivating.
WAITER:
Does anyone want dessert?
ME:
I couldn't possibly eat another bite.
DAN:
Maybe...
ME:
D'you think they'd pay me to not eat dessert?
KRISTEN:
You'd have to dress much worse to get them to pay you not to eat at this restaurant.
ME:
Maybe I could get them to pay me to refrain from blogging about dessert.
Only dessert was good, so I didn't pursue that little business venture. If the Department of Agriculture paid me to not grow soybeans, I'm sure the thought of growing soybeans would haunt my dreams--oh, the lure of the forbidden! And no power on earth is going to keep me from the poetry festival tomorrow, Queen of Cheese or no Queen of Cheese. It's a good thing I'm in demand as a tutor, or what would we have to live on but all these Starbucks gift cards?
