My girlfriend Stepho started a book club. It’s called FUCK CITY, after a joke from Arrested Development. The idea is that when you have to bow out of some kind of party or club night because you have a book club meeting — normally a pathetic and shameful excuse — this way you get to say, “Oh, sorry, I have to go to my book club. It’s called FUCK CITY.
The latest book was “Under the Banner of Heaven: A Story of Violent Faith” by Jon Krakauer, and the meeting took the form of a barbeque by the pool at my building. I know this will come as a shock to you all, but I’ve lived here for about five years and never, ever visited the pool before.
Everybody brought some food and Stepho took care of the grilling. The whole afternoon proved to be delicious, nutritious, and O_o.