Wednesday, June 09, 2010

The Duck Club

Last night I tweeted, "I am in a room with 25 multimillionaires." In truth, I am not sure if that's a true number. There were certainly more than an handful, and the ones that weren't definitely had power. These were the movers and shakers in the small town where I work. Once a month they get together for a dinner club. Men only. They drink heavily and trade stories that get louder after each bottle of red. They all meet at the Duck Club, which is an active hunting and outdoorsmans club. You have to drive over miles of levies in order to get there. I have no idea how they managed to get back alive in the dark after drinking so much, but they do. The roads are all single lane and they fall off sharply on both sides. No guardrail and certainly no pavement.

I was one of the younger men in the crowd. There were several Vietnam vets and we shared some pretty incredible stories over veal chops that were cooked by a professional chef they brought in special just for the occasion. These are men who know what they like and they know how to live. Despite the money and power, there was no pretentiousness. It was just good ol' boys enjoying each others company.

Kinda reminds me of the blogger group, actually. Without the poker. Or the women.

5 comments:

KenP said...

Well, on the other side of that topic...

Loved duck hunting. Had a pretty good dog. Nice area. You get more Pintails in that flyway. They whistle instead of quack.

Bet you move and shaker did know that. :)

BamBam said...

NO Blogger WOMEN!

BAH... HUMBUG!

BWoP said...

No blogger women means no smooches for The Wife from her various fans . . .

Word verification: mancorks

The Wife said...

LOL . . . while BWOP pointed out the most obvious flaw in that whole gathering, the word verification was over the top.

Riggstad said...

MANCORKS!!!! BLAHAHAAHAHAHAH!!

I love my mens club. We always end up playing basketball and drinking red stripe afterwards!