Jared
06-27-2006, 01:55 PM
Wednesday: 40-Somethings' Happy Hour! (8/2) UPDATED
In your 40s? So what?! 40 is the new 30! Come hang with your fellow 40-somethings!
Where: Bar Nine - Back lounge
807 9th Ave. between 53rd & 54th Sts.
(212) 399-9336
When: Wed Aug 2 7:00 pm
Click here (http://www.thelunchclub.net/clubhouse/lc_event_detail.php?mode=detail&id=749) to go to the event details page for this event.
beninabox
07-14-2006, 01:53 PM
Nice pic, secret agent Jared!
Jared
08-02-2006, 11:17 PM
Hey guys - I am really sorry about the lack of air conditioning at Bar Nine. It really stinks that the place was so gross. Also, I have to let you know, they promised us the entire back and didn't tell us there would be a huge CD listening party up front. A little dishonest of them. Anyway, please accept my apologies for the poor location, and I sure hope you all had fun meeting each other anyway!
I want to invite you all to come again tomorrow night to the 30 somethings party, which has now been moved downtown to Kabin Bar on 2nd Avenue between 5th and 6th street, in the back lounge. I am assured we have air conditioning. If you came tonight to the 40 Somethings event, your admission to the 30 somethings party will be FREE! Hope you can make it, even if you're not in your 30s...age is just a state of mind :-) Sign up for the party here (choose the pay at door option - and I will comp you at the door):
http://www.thelunchclub.com/clubhouse/lc_event_detail.php?mode=detail&id=775
See you there
Jared
Loretta
08-03-2006, 09:36 AM
Morning Jared, While the venue last night for the over 40’s event was a bit warm, it was a lot of fun. There is nothing like shared life experience to get people talking and mixing :p. The lines below were sent to me by my Mother this morning. Interesting timing I thought! Perhaps some in our group will get a kick out of them. Peace.
My Dad used to cut chicken, chop eggs and spread mayo on the same cutting board with the same knife and no bleach, but we didn't seem to get food poisoning.
My Mom used to defrost hamburger on the counter AND I used to eat it raw sometimes, too :eek:. Our school sandwiches were wrapped in wax paper in a brown paper bag, not in icepack coolers, but I can't remember getting e.coli.
Almost all of us would have rather gone swimming in the lake instead of a pristine pool (talk about boring), no beach closures then.
The term cell phone would have conjured up a phone in a jail cell, and a pager was the school PA system.
We all took gym, not PE... and risked permanent injury with a pair of high top Converse (only worn in gym) instead of having cross-training athletic shoes with air cushion soles and built in light reflectors. I can't recall any injuries but they must have happened because they tell us how much safer we are now.
What an archaic health system we had then. Remember school nurses? I don’t either because my schools never had one.
I thought that I was supposed to accomplish something before I was allowed to be proud of myself.
I just can't recall how bored we were without computers, Play Station, Nintendo, X-box or 270 digital TV cable stations.
Oh yeah... and where was the Benadryl and sterilization kit when I got that bee sting? I could have been killed!
We played 'king of the hill' on piles of gravel left on vacant construction sites, and when we got hurt, Mom pulled out the 48-cent bottle of Mercurochrome (kids liked it better because it didn't sting like iodine did) and then we got our butt spanked.
Now it's a trip to the emergency room, followed by a 10-day dose of a $49 bottle of antibiotics, and then Mom calls the attorney to sue the contractor for leaving a horribly vicious pile of gravel where it was such a threat.
We didn't act up at the neighbor's house either because if we did, we got our butt spanked there and then we got butt spanked again when we got home.
I recall the kid from next door coming over and doing his tricks on the front stoop, just before he fell off. Little did his Mom know that she could have owned our house. Instead, she picked him up and swatted him for being such a goof. It was a neighborhood run amuck.
To top it off, not a single person I knew had ever been told that they were from a dysfunctional family. How could we possibly have known that?
LOVE TO ALL OF US WHO SHARED THIS ERA, AND TO ALL WHO DIDN'T- SORRY FOR WHAT YOU MISSED. I WOULDN'T TRADE IT FOR ANYTHING