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Minutes from 3-1-00
Let me first apologize for the tardiness of these minutes.� There is no excuse. To me, the club is everything, and from here on out, I shall behave as such.� With that said, here are the minutes for last week's meeting at The International Bar. cheers! Rosa ------------------------------------ Malibu, Lea and�Rosa arrived at the�cozy International Bar at approximately 8:00. Seraphim, Tiffany and Joey arrived shortly thereafter.� We enjoyed a round of beers (Seraphim had liquor -- maybe vodka), we decided to go get pizza. � After the most heavenly slices at Two Boots pizza (where Malibu & Seraphim chatted up the help) we returned to the bar. The smoke was so thick you couldn't see your hand in front of your face. Many club members and local students had arrived -- interesting mix. � Jennifer would like it on record that she and Gena were waiting for a considerable amount of time before any Spirits showed up. She thought she was at the wrong bar.� We explained that we had been there before and left to get pizza -- she wanted it on record anyway.� So noted... � Malibu overheard Cam talking about sex and immediately interrupted the conversation ("What'd I miss??")� Cam called Malibu "dawg." � Scandal erupted when a man with a goatee sitting at the table behind Michelle sneered at club members and said under his breath "...look at this bunch of frat guys and their sorority counterparts..." then he proceeded to make out with a homely woman. She was French. Michelle became enraged...her cheeks flushed. I thought she was gonna kick some ass.� She didn't. � 9:50 -- The surly guy and his French babe left. They scowled at us on their way out and conspicuously took an extra long time vacating the table as some of our standing club members waited to sit. � 10:00 -- A toast is made to Joey. It's always an honor to host our San Francisco brethren. � The bar got smokier -- so, the Spirits smoked more. � Malibu ranted all evening about the blasphemy of cell phones. He fervently believes they have no place at club meetings. � The topic of conversation became intense and intellectual: travel (Majorca, Alicante, Valencia); what ever happened to the now defunct Left Field; the merits of cookies; chasing the IPO.... � The cranky pregnant bartender kicked out a Stephen Hawking-Beck lookalike because he didn't have the correct identification. They are very strict when it comes to ID at this bar -- apparently, the bartender's sister was busted recently. � Some random member quotes overhead: "Volume, volume, volume!" "Fuck or be fucked" "Drink or be drunk" � Malibu & Joey went through the all the official shakes and waves, sips and sighs. To them, the club is everything. � 10:45 -- Rosa leaves the bar and the SF observer continues to take notes: � Seraphim steps out of the bathroom and checked herself out in the mirror.� She was showing some back. � Max, Malibu and Tiffany did a wave. It did not catch on. � 11:10 Bryce made it. � 11:30 Joey & Malibu raise a drink to Ross � 11:30 Seraphim became jealous of others who were laughing � Midnight: Malibu & Joey re-instituted the "Tom Foolery" & Chicanery" rule. � The following people did not show up: Ross Alex Steven *Gates Ruddy Steve Limey Richard � *Gates showed up at 11:30
