Tonight is my book club meeting and this is how much I suck: I totally didn’t read the book.
Not that big of a deal you say? I couldn’t even remember, when asked a few minutes ago, what the title of the book was.
Still not convinced of my suckage? I bought the freaking thing! You’d think if I were going to blow off reading the book to the point I couldn’t even remember the damn title that I would not have laid down cold hard cash for the damn thing. And it’s in my Kindle so I totally can’t resell it.
FUCK!
The book is about Africa, or set in Africa, or features African people. Shit, I don’t know cause, as we covered in the previous paragraphs, I didn’t read it. We were so supposed to bring some African food to the meeting cause that’s what we do, bring food that matches the book. You know. The one I didn’t read.
Did I make an African dish to share with my fellow members? Fuck no. I bought some South African wine. Done.
And that, I’m afraid, is all I can say about book club. Because the first rule of book club is that you NEVER talk about book club.
The second rule of book club is see the first rule.
Bwahahahaha! It took me 20 minutes to remember that stupid Bette Midler song I was talking about in my blog post. Glad to know I'm not the only one who can't remember stuff.