Apartheid against the freaks
Cringe last night was a total success—twice as many people as our first one, standing room only. I fear we’re close to outgrowing our venue if this keeps up! A big thanks to everyone who came out, especially those who read, like:
- Dan, for his rhyming poem celebrating the oft-overlooked heroes of stagecraft (titled “Unsung”)
- Aaron, for sharing the first (and only) three lines of his attempted rock opera about the Devil and a guy who may or may not have been named Juan
- Chris, for reading her step-by-step kissing instructions circa 1988 (with illustrations!)
- Liz, for reenacting her 6th grade telephone call to Brian S., asking him to go out with her, even though he demanded specifics on the where
- Heather, for the remnant of the high school paper she wrote about how corpses play a large role in literature (she got an A)
- Bryn, for being a brave volunteer (again!) and reliving her junior prom night
- Megan, for her musings on how to properly observe the last day of 1991 (“I want to accomplish something… maybe I’ll buy a hat?”)
- Blaise, for sharing her cringeworthiest sentence ever, directed at the Boston police force for cracking down on the after-school loitering of her and her punk friends: “It’s like an apartheid against the freaks.”
We’ll not mention my own list from the 8th grade dance of boys I slowdanced with and the corresponding songs, except to say that in 1991 I couldn’t use the word “whom” to save my life. But all the rest of you made me laugh so hard that my standard cough-and-cold seems to have morphed into a hearty case of black lung today. High fives.
Info on the next Cringe coming soon. Thanks again to everyone for coming out and laughing.