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Minutes from 12-15-99
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary, Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore, While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door. "'Tis some visitor," I muttered, "tapping at my chamber door- Only this, and nothing more." -an except from "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe It was indeed a dreary evening, rainy and all, but not once you stepped foot down into The Stoned Crow, eight years young, walls adorned with classic pictures of your favorite rock and roll icons and movie gangsters. The jukebox was excellent indeed, from Bowie to Bawitiba, and the tap beer a-flowing. Towards the rear, a hallway with video games, including racers side-by-side, and Mars Attacks! pinball (ah, memories of the Mars Bar). Step back farther to find a pool table with complimentary (which means "tip well") billiard refreshments including Camel Lights and a candy bowl with Tootsie Roll Pops. I believe this was Spirit heaven. But there was much more. Arck (known to some as Stefanie) and Sean "The Guide" Murphy (who's web site can be found at www.murphguide.com--what a plug!) came for the early bird special at 6:45pm. Murph's Slogan: "Connecting the fun to fun people" --- sounds like the business plan has been well designed. Sauce entered the scene at 8:27pm, only to find out from Arck that the menu item called potato skins was a hoax. There were no skins, only one big potato, or one skin, if you will, with the potato middle scooped out then reinserted into the skin, as if this was to be expected when one orders "skins". It was agreed that this was merely a baked potato, and that the description ought to be changed on the menu for the benefit of the public. Without taking a breath Arck muttered "I don't need an organizer because I am one." She is organized, as demonstrated as she whips out dental floss to rid herself of any leftover skin. B.A. looks on with envy, hoping to borrow some thread. B.A. flew in at 8:37pm, followed by Erica "Soft Core" at 8:55. The Core looked on as Arck and B.A shared Dynamite magazine stories--their prepubescent thighs would sweat when viewing the Ricky Schroder cover. Then, completely aroused, the Core took off to meet her man. That was that, and then some more. A heated debate arose about the Antonio Banderas picture in the ladies loo. (note to men: the ladies room is postered with "hot" men such as Banderas and Affleck---I saw no Romjin-Stamos pic or the like in the men's room, what's that deal!?) "Did you check it out?" "His ankles were too fat." "Who's looking at his ankles?" "His package was at eye level." "But I'm not into bikinis on men." "I wasn't into him, but I am now." So this is what they talk about in the bathroom when there's no pictures. Fortunately, there was more. Jeans and Alicia "Chili" Molitor (roomies and confidantes) cruised in fashionably at 9:45pm. The silence was broken as B.A. announced she plans to spend the dawn of the new millennium on the Staten Island Ferry (very chic). Shortly after, she broke into song -- it was the theme to Ice Castles (she has a crush on Robby Benson--eyebrows and all). "Please, don't let this feeling end...."<choke> <choke> Alicia: "Boo who?" I think she meant "Malibu who?" She ordered her dose of chili (bold woman)--it was quite tasty. Paul, friend of Jeans (sporting the Karate Kid-ish headgear) and Alicia (Washington State alum), arrived at 9:54. He's from San Francisco, South of Market. He ordered the chili too, casserole style. Some Spirits were concerned that the air might be parted by the daring, chili-eating pair. Paul eased the moment as he promised to provide all with the "beaver search". Ruddy Steve and ol' chap Bart "el Barto" Daniel were catching up on old times at the bar, but they joined the group shortly before Gates made his entrance at 10:35pm. Gates and Sauce were giddy as B.A. spoke of her imitation Barbie, acquired last year (probably off the truck), that hangs on her door, naked. This is all that is left from her childhood obsession collection. Sauce gave a quick lesson to Gates on how to take minutes (he's a slacker, like Nip Nip). The moment was broken by Sauce spotting a gent wearing a Coyote Ugly shirt--remember that place Mr. Responsible? B.A. can't wait to go back there. B.A.: "Clowns suck" -- she must have had one too many. From the bathroom wall: A psychiatrist once said, "You are very intense." I was upset. I was insulted. -Harvey Keitel Sara Schaefer made it at 11:50pm, Limey Richard joined at the stroke of midnight. Seraphim and hot date for the evening Paul entered in formal wear, ready for action. They had come from a holiday party. Ruddy greeted her with a bearhug. Then the group got a taste as Seraphim lifted her skirt and flashed her legs (who needs pics in the bathroom?) "It's after midnight. The sun nourishes the other side of the planet. I drink my Guinness." - el Barto Sara S: "All guys look the same" -- men, the deli line is forming, take a number She may want to try dating911.com (emergency help for the dating impaired), site recommended by Seraphim, I believe. Seraphim: "The club is like church--it's only once a week." It was a good meeting, indeed. And also one of the longer ones, thus far, as Spirits stumbled out past 2:00am. We welcome our new members and thank them for coming. Soon they will discover, as I now express, that to me, the club is everything. Sauce Full version of "The Raven" by Edgar Allan Poe can be found at: http://www.pambytes.com/poe/raven.html
