5,7,5. Nope, not a clothing store for skinny people. (that was 5,7,9)
As an English major I was expected to be well versed in meter,measure and the art of the syllable. It is with wholehearted something that I tell you how much I sucked at that portion of my studies. I’ve always been able to read and phrase well, but there was something about the counting and diagramming that just didn’t click for me. Maybe it was ambivalence.
My story begins at the Caddy Shack, a local lovable dive bar less than half a mile from my office. On this particular evening, I believe it was a going away party or an outing, or just a Friday night that had many folks out …after most went home, the core remained. We drank, we laughed, we texted. Oh my. Have you seen “texts from last night?” Well, I don’t know if our haiku laden texts would rate, but we were pretty creative.
Here’s where things are a little fuzzy: I believe the haiku started with a request from The Todd to Tammi. After that, all messages and a lot of the convsation was in haiku. We had teamwork! Bonding! Comraderie!
It stuck with us and we continued to email in haiku the next day. It still makes me warm and laughy which is why this is a favorite memory. Not everyone would sit around and enjoy creating haiku with a group!
Yep! The Todd was trying to keep us busy and create entertainment for himself at the same time so he tasked us with haiku. Boy did he get more than he bargained for!!
That WAS a great night and still one of my favorites.