We go together like.....

All right Club,
This is our time to get more than our 5 minutes of fame. We're going to Broadway. Or Annie or Lindsey are. Seems that there is a new reality show called "You're The One That I Want", and the winner gets to play Sandy (or Danny) in the new production of Grease that's coming to Broadway (pronounced BROAD-way).

Obvioulsy our imperitive weekly HQ meeting will now be called HQ Rehearsals.
First rehearsal will be in Jan. 2007.

There are worst things we could do,
Rizzo
(I wish)

The True Prez:

Noah-- in the Club?

Originally uploaded by Jane Plantain.

Yup

Originally uploaded by Jane Plantain.

Yup

Originally uploaded by Jane Plantain.

THE CLUB AT CROCODILE LOUNGE

THE CLUB AT CROCODILE LOUNGE
Originally uploaded by Jane Plantain.

Oh how I miss it.

Club Members Rock As Bewildered Outsider Looks On

Surf's Up (photos from our 1st surfing venture!)

Casey- the natural!














Mary.













Jenn on her way.













Lindsey & Booth make it to shore.











Jane tries again.











Annie stands up!

DEFINED

Every once in a while, it's okay to be defined.

The Club: Flashlight Confessions

Clubettes...let it be known that on this day, June15, year of 2000 and 6, we are all to become sworned in Club Quiz Masters. We only bring all our heads together every Wednesday to win (and read a book weekly)...the only readon we lost is because certain people have certain devices (read: Blackberry). I am happy to announce that from this day forward we shall devote our lives to Wednesday night Trivia.

HOLY SHIT!

Casey-- did you get us this PR?!

"Can we have a raincheck on the free shots?"

NY and WOOD and MONSTERS oh my.

HQCD (Left of HQ14): The place where the best night ever happened.

Nellie Breakthrough

This weekend I joined the lovely Schaeffer sisters on an excursion to East Hampton where I encountered the Club dog's alter-ego; let's call her Country Nellie. She practically drove the car herself from the train station to the Schaeffer compound, where she pranced, ran, rolled, and ate grass. I was told that she also eats ocean waves.

The aforementioned breakthrough came when I made eye-contact with Nellie AND SHE DID NOT TURN AWAY. My heart swelled. The next day, on the LIRR, as Country Nellie entered the transforming cocoon of her Sherpa bag, and with some mild encouragement from the Club portraitist, she very hesitantly LICKED MY HAND. At that moment, I thought I heard angels sing. And I don't think her affection had anything to do with the turkey I'd eaten for lunch.

I'd like to offer special recognition to Nellie today, and ask ourselves to take a cue from her. She is the kind of girl who always says where, when, and how much.

The Club: Flashlight Confessions

The Club: Flashlight Confessions

i just wanted to announce that i have cracked the code. the code being my Blogger username and password. if anyone ever needs help crafting an impermeable password that not even you will remember, please see me.

Well, well, this is certainly preposterous news! I will not have any of this. I am going to ease all our worries with some sketching of our beatiful club members and a bottle of crystal light and vodka. I hope everyone like pink lemonade.

THE CLUB TO BOYCOT REMAKE OF NERDS!!!

CALLING ALL CLUB MEMBERS:
If there was ever a time to use capitol letters- it is now.We have a problem. A big problem. It seems like those hollywood hipsters are remaking Revenge Of The Nerds. (Thank you Sec. for breaking the news). Now I don't know about you, but I do not want to see Reese Witherfork play
Ms. Betty Childs, nor do I want to see Wilmer Fuckface playing Louis or worse yet, Adrian Grenier playing Booger. Lord have mercy.

Please come to HQ on time this wednesday. I will have large poster board and Sharpies. We shall make signs and go to Union Square to protest said Remake.

Devasted,
Your Prez.

PROPOSED AGENDA HQ- WHITE HOUSE

PROPOSED AGENDA

Mermaid Parade
mermaid sushi costumes
flyers for the sushi place


Summer Trip
The Hamptons?
Atlantic City?
Far Rockaway?


Reinstating CLUB Dues For
Beach House
Weekly Lottery Tickets


Much Needed PR
Get Annie on Get Mortified
Get Casey on Jepordy

PLEASE COME TO HQ-WHITE HOUSE THIS WED. AT 7PM FOR A SCREENING OF:

Click on the photo and look at the name of these shoes! As if.

I say....Saturday night, party? El Prezidente's casa? Por favor?

Proof that she doesn't love all dogs.

We mourn the loss of Empire Schezuan Balcony, hence our hearts and stomachs also mourn Creaky Chicken. While some have known The Creak since children, and others have only recently been privy to the soul-changing entree, we will all remember it with only fondness and respect.

Let us gather next Monday at HQ1 to pay full respects. In lieu of flowers, we will be collecting club dues for a deep fryer.

I'm not going to be able to meet up on Tuesday, It's my mama's
birthday. How does Monday work for you all?

Meow

Let's welcome him* true Club stlye next tuesday at HQ1.

*Yes it's true; despite hours of calling the cute feline "she", Lindsey discovered its balls.

Welcome The Club cat.

It's true! The slump is over. How's about HQ1 (14th street), for a REAL good time?


Love you ladies.
-PREZ

FEBRUARY SLUMP

Club© Christmas (obvioulsy)

The Sec:
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The Prez:
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Every power-house has their own form of fuel.
For Mario and Luigi they come in the form of coins hidden within different worlds or levels.
For super models, it's often a few glasses of water, some pills and a pack of smokes.
For Nicole Richie, it's a salad to be consumed one leaf at a time.
It's no secret that for The Club, it's the delicacy known as Creaky Chicken.

For years we have thought that we were the only ones to know what this special protein-packed and oil-ridden feast was.
But be warned: the secret is out. My thought:

The Club has an internal spy. A Benedict Arnold. She may come in the form of one part hipster, or two parts artist, or maybe even just a simple nyc girl... but beware. Any girl able to hang in HQ, and then spread Club inside tricks, is able to confess all to the public... yes, possibly even Flashlight Confessionals.


No, I am not just a paranoid politician worried that our enemies will slowly creep in and blend into the masses. I have proof.
Proof comes in the form of a man named "Spike" who resides in our bordering state of N.J.
It was only in November that "Spike" posted the importance of Creaky Chicken on his blog,
http://www.fiveandtwenty.com/spike/?page=a/2005/11/04/sudden_valley.php

Spike is calling for all citizens to actively engage in the consumption of our special fuel. He so boldly wrote to the world, "Everyone should know about creaky chicken", on November 4, 2005.

So Spike, you may know about our poultry, you may even have your underground bunkers with cases of freeze-dried Creak, but you will NEVER, I repeat NEVER have a or The Club.

Amen.

Jane B.
President of The Greatest Club In The World.

Ooops, didn't mean that last blog. The event planner is now the Club Artist. I will now be known as "Chez Lindsey" (I know that makes no sense). I am going to wear all black and do heroin now.

The Club: Flashlight Confessions

Happy Birthday Lindsey!!!!

Proof That Our Orphan Is The Best:

hey club,

today i was in the stairwell at columbia and a flyer caught my eye. "are you a member of a club, organization, team, or office?," it asked. "most definitely, yes, no, and yes!," i answered.

"would three members of your group be willing to take part in a decision-making study and have the CHANCE TO WIN $125 OR $500? you will also be compensated $5 for the 45-minutes the study will require."

maybe this is really a study about gullibility and there are no prizes. but just think what the club could do with $125 or $500 in its treasury. and if we don't win the windfall, at least we'll all be $5 richer. i think that's better than minimum wage these days.

the club could finally get the recognition from the scientific community that it deserves and impress a few psychology nerds with our decision-making powers. [i am having a font size problem, sorry!]

anyone interested?

annie