We haven’t had one for a year and some folks think the time has passed but I disagree. We need something to revive interest in this li’l club of ours. I would be pleased to be involved in organizing, sending out personal invitations ;), and such but remember that I am a boring person who has no idea how to have fun (<–True Fact!) so I’ll need some help planning and selecting venues and so on. If we divide the labor it should be no big pile of work for any one person.
Questions to ponder:
When is a good weekend? Should we wait until Fall when folks are done with vacations and to give people time to plan their travel?
Should it be spread over the weekend, including get-togethers on Friday and Saturday nights and touristy things during the day?
Anybody know a place that serves food, has a large enough back room, isn’t too crowded, and where we haven’t already worn out our welcome?
Being a boring and stuffy person, it’s easy for me to suggest some groundrules for behavior. Please remember that this is supposed to be fun for everybody, not just a few, so:
No trashing any of the venues. It ain’t 1968 and we ain’t The Who.
No illegal drugs. I would’ve thought this was a no-brainer but it turns out it isn’t.
No public sex, pretend or real. Okay, MINIMAL public sex. Some people are even more easily offended than I and I refer you back to the “fun for everybody” statement.
While I live in Chicago, lately I’m rarely anywhere near Chicago.
But if I’m at home that weekend, I’ll definitely engage minimally in some implied public sex with other Dopers.
And might I suggest, one of the days, a bar-b-q/picnic at one of the many lovely beaches in town? Perhaps Montrose Beach?
Some of the previous Chicago ones: no, not really, but while that was sometimes part of the fun* it was also a sore point. There is no reason why this one can’t be perfectly respectable, like that beach party idea.
Elsewhere, they have been described as “drunken frat parties” but I guess drunken frat parties have milded down in recent years because they are more “people talking loudly” than “at least nobody died.” There have been momentary exceptions and some people have exagerated those incidents to make them sound more like a scene from a Cecil B DeMille epic than they really were, but you know that the people here have more in common with Napoleon Dynamite than Napoleon Bonaparte. Real “shocking” incident: The zipper on a busty attendee’s blouse kept creeping lower. She didn’t notice it but the guys did and one took advantage of a whiteboard in the room to chart its progress. Not exactly *Penthouse Letters * material.