Here we go again, everyone. Belly up to a beverage of your choosing, and sit back for a spell. Be prepared to be totally and completely engrossed by another …“MINUTES OF THE MEETING” (say it in a booming voice if you’re reading along aloud. It’s more impressive that way). This is the super special, all important, last chance mid-April, 2011 meeting.
GOOD HUMANS OF THE CENTRAL COAST:
Jim Pennell- El Grande Queso
Don and Bev Weaver- “Whatcha need Pal?”
Bob O’- good eats
Ed and Charlotte Roberts- “To the moon, Alice!”
Don Hemwall- “Go Colts”
Bob Galli- Corvair taught here
Jim Corey- “The only thing I love more than Jean is-Power of Attorney!”
Mike Thomas- Pinball wizard
Zac Mathis-“Wait, what? I’m supposed to be writing this down?”
OLD NEWS:
Yep, it’s still old news. Let it go… It’ll be OK, let it go…
VAIRFEST: (Make trumpet sounds like a royal greeting at a palace. Trust me-it’s better)
We’re not here for the potato salad, Folks. This is the reason for the extra-special meeting.
Making Mr. Right, circa 1987, has been decided as the background movie for the Friday night feed. No one has ever seen it, or even heard of it for that matter, so fingers crossed.
Artwork- Don has the artwork for the raffle cans and will be picking up the glass and supplies for the awards.
Raffle Prizes – We got tons of stuff. In this case, a ton equals 16 prizes. Should be plenty, no?
T-shirts- Total cost per shirt (average) is $11.63. So $15 per and $18 per, no-pocket and pocket respectively, should fill our pockets with gold.
CORVAIR CLUB JURY DUTY:
Just like the legal system. If you’re part of the club, you should see your name here. Said by the guy who won’t be attending.
FRI NIGHT:
Lodge opens at 1:00pm- BOB O’ and MIKE THOMAS will be there setting up and mingling around like Corvair versions of Playboy bunnies, sans the ears and tails.
Registration/ Walk-in Atendee: BEV WEAVER will be there from 5:30pm on to herd the unwashed masses through the process.
Kitchen Servers/Food Slaves: Don Hemwall, Bob O’, and Alma have been coerced into duty. Llaven sus manos, por favor- I read that in a bathroom somewhere, but I only hang out in seedy joints, so it may not apply everywhere.
Projector Captain: Channel your inner-nerd Mike Thomas.
Projecter Screen Wrangler: Calling Jason Thompson to the white courtesy phone. Jason Thompson to the white courtesy phone.
Clean up!! – EVERY LAST ONE OF YOU. No draft dodgers. Again, said by the guy who won’t be cleaning
up a thing. Power has its’ privileges.
SAT MORNING:
7:00 am
Photo hound: Don H.
General set-up and hard labor: Mike T. and little Jimmy Pennell have answered the call to arms. Go forth brave soldiers.
Registration / Eye Candy: Charlotte Roberts will be reprising Bev Weavers’ role as herders of the masses (hopefully washed by now).
BBQ Delivery: Alma will tote the cooker on wheels by a 40 mule team to the park. Or her Passat.
Coffee Nazi: Bob O’ will brew you the perfect cup o’ joe.
MC in ‘da house: after perking you up with your morning java blast, Bob O’ will croon you throughout the day with his dulcet tones via the microphone.
Ballot Police: Checking to make sure you didn’t “vote early and vote often”, Jim P. and Bob O’ (are ya’ even going to get a chance to look at a car, Bob?) will keep things on the straight and narrow. Or at least hide the evidence of ballot stuffing.
Raffle Sweetie: a bikini-clad Alma will be teasing money out of your pockets by any means necessary.
Gazebo Watch: like a very, very small neighborhood watch. If you lived in outbuilding at a park, with raffle prizes. And neighbors…but I digress.
8:00-10:00am: Charlotte R.
10:00-12:00: Mike T.
12:00-2:00pm: Bob O’
2:00-4:00: Bill Marks
SUN WINE TOUR:
Lunch will be self-serve. So, if you’ve ever made a sandwich at home before, or watched someone make you a sandwich at home before, or have seen a TV program where sandwich making was involved, not necessarily as a plot device but, you know, as background movement, then you should be OK. *
*If none of the above scenarios applies to you, then here’s a tip-don’t be first in line. But do pay attention to the human right before you, especially the stacking of the meat and bread. Get it right and you’re a hero; get it wrong and you’ll have mustard all over your hands and forever will be branded a sandwich rube. You’ve been forewarned…