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.