O.M.
F.
G.F.
That's what I said when I stumbled across a particular article in L.A. Times' The Guide today. Actually, it was more of a Tourette-like shriek of excitement that I apparently could not contain. You'll read why in a second. Here, I'll walk you through it (my thoughts are in parentheses):
" YES, IT'S CHEESY (Hmm, what? Cheese? You've caught my attention..)
It's a slice of life organizers bill as "an orgy of cheese." (Ooh, please do go on..)
Begun in 2003 by a group of friends living together in a loft, the Grilled Cheese Invitational (Wait just ONE minute. THERE IS A FESTIVAL EVENT DEDICATED TO GRILLED CHEESE?! I'm going to piss my pants right now I'm so excited.) has grown from 16 competitors and 80 attendees to 150 sandwich makers and a crowd of as many as 800 attendees, who will serve as judges (!!!) blah blah blah blah... FREE.. blah blah. Blah. "
.. Yeah, actually right there I just kind of just skimmed through the rest and bolted to my computer to RSVP, only to find out it's fricken' maxed out its capacity! And then I got really bummed. And then after I pulled out of my momentary depression, I signed up for its e-mail list to be notified of cheesy announcements and to know in advance when the next event rolls into town.
And I can't wait. Just check out the categories for the competition.
Mmm.. my imagination's running wild with cheesy fantasies.
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2 comments:
I saw the categories online last week, and I thought the whole thing was a joke....but, I guess tis not.
Psh, grilled cheese is a VERY serious matter. I don't see how anyone would joke about that.
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