Tuesday Night Dinner Club

 The other night I watched an episode of The Office where Pam, Oscar and Toby have the monthly meeting of The Finer Things Club.  It reminded me of the Tuesday Night Dinner Club we had at the F.O.E. several years ago.    

I started the TNDC on accident when I brought my mom some food while she was working at the Eagles.  Our two friends, Kip and Vic, eyeballed the dinner like wolves.  The next Tuesday I brought extra food for Kip and Vic.  Then my mom brought food for everyone and it became a rotating dinner party where someone was responsible for preparing the entire meal each week.  The meal was something the members considered their “speciality.”  Some weeks the food was fabulous, other weeks we all sat around wondering WTF?!    

In addition to the food, we had funny joke contests.  For the week prior to the party we looked for the funniest joke, dirty or otherwise, that we could find or pull out of our memories.  I’m surprised we didn’t choke to death while we were eating.  I heard some of my favourite jokes at the TNDC.       

Unlike The Finer Things Club, our rules were simple:  schedule yourself to make a meal and you’re a member of TNDC.  Like The Finer Things Club, people are always jealous of other people having fun, even if it’s something they would never consider doing.   

After about 6 months of dinners, these two middle aged men started showing up, nosing around in our food.  We told them how to join the club, but they weren’t interested.  Then we told them they could have any food that was left after we finished eating.  Since the F.O.E. is a private club, we didn’t want to cause hurt feelings by leaving anyone out.  We tried to be respectful.   

Okay, maybe I do want to punch him.


 These two men did not, however.  After about 8 months of dinners, one of the men asked for two spoons, which he proceeded to bang together in a feeble attempt to produce music.  I’ve heard people play the spoons and while it is rustic and odd, it isn’t something that makes you want to punch the player in the face.  I can’t say the same for this guy.  The next week both guys had spoons and they sat at the other end of the bar banging them together like a couple of spoiled toddlers with Parkinson’s disease.  We couldn’t even hear each other over the noise.    

As the weeks went on, the men recruited more musically challenged cronies to join their little group of assholes until we cancelled the Tuesday Night Dinner Club.  Not long after that Vic died of cancer and Kip moved away.  While it lasted, the TNDC was a lot of fun and I remember it fondly as one of the high points in my life.    

What happened to the two spoon playing men, you ask?  They’re both dead.  Sometimes things work out.


3 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. blogmella
    May 24, 2010 @ 09:55:52

    Awww. These things always have to end but at least you enjoyed it while it lasted. I’m glad you have such great memories of the club.

    The only person I knew who played the spoons was a large lesbian comedienne, who called herself “Miss World”.

    I’ll bet she wasn’t annoying.


  2. DarcsFalcon
    May 24, 2010 @ 13:09:46

    It sounds like so much fun – I’m sorry things ended.

    Me too. 😦


  3. Bob
    May 24, 2010 @ 19:16:13

    what is the F.O.E.?

    The Fraternal Order of Eagles.


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