Julie Bday Bookclub (November)

Ladies we will be out on the town for November's bookclub; this will be Maren's book so we will discuss as we are throwing cocktails back. Tenative date is : 11/27/11???

Saturday after 10pm seems to work best for all. Please interject with suggestions so we can finalize.

September Meeting Minutes: Matched @ Ali's House

September Meeting: Date (10-02-11)
Book: Matched by Allie Condie
Read Dylan Thomas Poem: Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night
Meeting Location: Ali's House
Made Enchiladas
Everyone paid Dues

Meeting Discussion Items:
#1: Next Meeting 10-30-11; At Tristana's House.
Anniversary Meeting (4 Years); Tristana to see If DJ can do group photo shoot (wear Tanks then casual).
-Maren to do Trivia (let us know if you need any help)
-Julie bring Spirit Cup
-Meriah & Ali: Prizes
-THEME: Halloween
Meriah: Balsamic Honey Glazed Squash
Ali: Candy assortment (Dessert)
Maren: String Beans w/ Walnuts, Goat Chz, etc...
Julie: Halloween themed Drinks

#2: Julie has a new way to remember who does what: Main, Dessert, Side, Side, drinks (MDSSD)
#3: NEXT BOOK: A Piece of Cake by Cupcake Brown
#4: Maren Book pic for Nov id RISEN
#5: Fav book of 2011 from list:
-Full Dark, No Stars by Stephen King & Shit My Dad Says

Does anyone have anything to add?

Do Not go Gentle into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas

The poem that made the book Matched:
Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night by Dylan Thomas
Do Not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they greived it on it's way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on that sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.