This is the best day of my life.
During lunch at California Pizza Kitchen on a slow work day, Dana and Janessa batted around ideas on creating an “outing ritual” that would be an excuse to get the girls together more often. It should involve friends, gorging on delicious foods, and trying new things. And so the idea of the supper club was born on the last day of August, 2006.
Dana and Janessa quickly decided that Karen and Megan – also a part of the fabulously renowned Sex and Chocolate parties – should round out the supper club to an even four members. Everyone would have a role within the club, as well as a turn at picking the week’s restaurant.
Janessa – President, because she likes to be in charge. Responsibilities include choosing a theme for each supper club event and bossiness in general.
Dana – Secretary/Historian, because she likes to write (just not for clients). Responsibilities include noting interesting moments and quotes from the evening and completing a write-up following the event.
Karen – Research & Development, because she’s resourceful and organized and smarter than most people. Responsibilities include researching the restaurant chosen by the hostess, as well as directions, attire, critic’s notes and anything else of interest.
Megan – Photographer/Technical Support, because when have you NOT seen this girl with a camera? Responsibilities include taking photos throughout the evening and updating the blog.
Hostess – rotating role, because everybody deserves a turn at fame. Responsibilities involve choosing a restaurant that doesn’t suck.
These pencils suck ass.
Dana took the reins as the first hostess, choosing The Rainforest Café with the theme of “wildlife” (lucky for The Rainforest Café that the zoo closes at 5:00, or you can bet there would’ve been dining with REAL monkeys). Choosing the restaurant was the hard part. The easy and out-of-control part was buying lots of crap at the Party America store to fill four animal print goody bags. Said “crap” for each bag included:
(3) monkey tattoos,
(1) monkey bubble blower,
(1) jungle-themed note pad,
(12) lioness paw stickers, and
(1) broke-ass pencil.
Dana and Janessa decided that Karen and Megan should not be told about the club until they were formally “initiated” at The Rainforest Café. So Dana made a deal with a large British gorilla to not-so-tactfully threaten Megan and Karen’s participation in the secret event at an undisclosed location at Tuesday, the 12th of September. (A special thanks to monk-e-mail for use of the threatening monkey.)
Please tell your vomit story before we eat.
Dana, Janessa, and an in-the-dark Karen and Megan met as planned (or a few minutes [read: half an hour] later than planned) at the downtown airport parking lot. What on earth is this all about? Megan thought silently to herself. Maybe we’re going to run naked down the runway and wave at pilots. Karen was perplexed as well. Perhaps we’ll be taking off from this airport to go to some fabulous secret resort destination, she contemplated. They have absolutely no idea, Janessa thought to herself as she smiled knowingly at Dana. I’m SO HUNGRY, Dana whined inwardly.
Do you know anybody that’s good at keeping secrets? Dana and Janessa certainly are. They successfully led the group to the secret surprise supper club destination – the restaurant that would launch them into the first of many feeding frenzies. Stories were exchanged on the drive – some about vomit on a plane, some about friends from afar. The air of the loaner Jeep Cherokee was filled with excitement, curiosity, and a hint of exhaust as they traveled down I-35 during rush hour.
I wish I would’ve sat at the frog table.
The girls finally arrived at their destination. The moment was a bit anticlimactic; after all, they were in the Oak Park Mall parking lot. It’s certainly not a beach destination, and it doesn’t involve any nudity (unless you count the numerous dressing rooms).
The sassy foursome was seated at a table near a waterfall housing a sign that reminded patrons to save the rainforest. Noted. Dana and Janessa filled the girls in on the concept of the club. “You’re either in, or you’re out” they said. The girls were on pins and needles, but of COURSE Megan and Karen were in, as nobody in their right mind can pass up an excuse to eat good food and hang out with beautiful ladies at least once a week. Definitions of roles and responsibilities were followed by the ordering of fruity alcoholic beverages and delightfully overpriced dinners.
Janessa: Fish’n’Chips
Dana: Rasta Pasta
Karen: Tuscan Chicken (how is this considered rainforesty?
Megan: Planet Earth Pasta
The girls ate until they were stuffed (as is the way of the Supper Club). The topic of conversation ranged from moving and new jobs to puppies, and finally landed on football, where Sunday abandonment by boyfriends/fiancés/husbands due to football season was discussed.
“I’m tired of being left alone on Sundays!”
“Let’s do something of our own to make them feel abandoned!”
“Let’s start our own fantasy football league where we EAT.”
“How about we call it the Fantasy Supper League and have it on Sundays?”
“The FSL! I love it!”
The first rule about Supper Club is you don’t talk about Supper Club.
The second rule about Supper Club is you must always have dessert. Sometimes you break rule number one. But you NEVER break rule number two.
There are many delicious options on the “Journey’s End” dessert page at the Reinforest Cafe. But the Sparkling Volcano won. “A chocolate brownie piled high with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, & chocolate sauce, with a sparkler!” It was rich. Chocolately. Cold. Creamy. Delicious. Melty. Melting. MELTING! HURRY! FASTER! Ahhhh.
Are you ready for some football?
Sunday the 24th is the next Fantasy Supper League (FSL) event. Janessa, as president, will be choosing the theme. And as her luck would have it, she is also next in line to choose the restaurant.
Janessa, the League is counting on you.
The FSL is born. Photos from the dinner here.
During lunch at California Pizza Kitchen on a slow work day, Dana and Janessa batted around ideas on creating an “outing ritual” that would be an excuse to get the girls together more often. It should involve friends, gorging on delicious foods, and trying new things. And so the idea of the supper club was born on the last day of August, 2006.
Dana and Janessa quickly decided that Karen and Megan – also a part of the fabulously renowned Sex and Chocolate parties – should round out the supper club to an even four members. Everyone would have a role within the club, as well as a turn at picking the week’s restaurant.
Janessa – President, because she likes to be in charge. Responsibilities include choosing a theme for each supper club event and bossiness in general.
Dana – Secretary/Historian, because she likes to write (just not for clients). Responsibilities include noting interesting moments and quotes from the evening and completing a write-up following the event.
Karen – Research & Development, because she’s resourceful and organized and smarter than most people. Responsibilities include researching the restaurant chosen by the hostess, as well as directions, attire, critic’s notes and anything else of interest.
Megan – Photographer/Technical Support, because when have you NOT seen this girl with a camera? Responsibilities include taking photos throughout the evening and updating the blog.
Hostess – rotating role, because everybody deserves a turn at fame. Responsibilities involve choosing a restaurant that doesn’t suck.
These pencils suck ass.
Dana took the reins as the first hostess, choosing The Rainforest Café with the theme of “wildlife” (lucky for The Rainforest Café that the zoo closes at 5:00, or you can bet there would’ve been dining with REAL monkeys). Choosing the restaurant was the hard part. The easy and out-of-control part was buying lots of crap at the Party America store to fill four animal print goody bags. Said “crap” for each bag included:
(3) monkey tattoos,
(1) monkey bubble blower,
(1) jungle-themed note pad,
(12) lioness paw stickers, and
(1) broke-ass pencil.
Dana and Janessa decided that Karen and Megan should not be told about the club until they were formally “initiated” at The Rainforest Café. So Dana made a deal with a large British gorilla to not-so-tactfully threaten Megan and Karen’s participation in the secret event at an undisclosed location at Tuesday, the 12th of September. (A special thanks to monk-e-mail for use of the threatening monkey.)
Please tell your vomit story before we eat.
Dana, Janessa, and an in-the-dark Karen and Megan met as planned (or a few minutes [read: half an hour] later than planned) at the downtown airport parking lot. What on earth is this all about? Megan thought silently to herself. Maybe we’re going to run naked down the runway and wave at pilots. Karen was perplexed as well. Perhaps we’ll be taking off from this airport to go to some fabulous secret resort destination, she contemplated. They have absolutely no idea, Janessa thought to herself as she smiled knowingly at Dana. I’m SO HUNGRY, Dana whined inwardly.
Do you know anybody that’s good at keeping secrets? Dana and Janessa certainly are. They successfully led the group to the secret surprise supper club destination – the restaurant that would launch them into the first of many feeding frenzies. Stories were exchanged on the drive – some about vomit on a plane, some about friends from afar. The air of the loaner Jeep Cherokee was filled with excitement, curiosity, and a hint of exhaust as they traveled down I-35 during rush hour.
I wish I would’ve sat at the frog table.
The girls finally arrived at their destination. The moment was a bit anticlimactic; after all, they were in the Oak Park Mall parking lot. It’s certainly not a beach destination, and it doesn’t involve any nudity (unless you count the numerous dressing rooms).
The sassy foursome was seated at a table near a waterfall housing a sign that reminded patrons to save the rainforest. Noted. Dana and Janessa filled the girls in on the concept of the club. “You’re either in, or you’re out” they said. The girls were on pins and needles, but of COURSE Megan and Karen were in, as nobody in their right mind can pass up an excuse to eat good food and hang out with beautiful ladies at least once a week. Definitions of roles and responsibilities were followed by the ordering of fruity alcoholic beverages and delightfully overpriced dinners.
Janessa: Fish’n’Chips
Dana: Rasta Pasta
Karen: Tuscan Chicken (how is this considered rainforesty?
Megan: Planet Earth Pasta
The girls ate until they were stuffed (as is the way of the Supper Club). The topic of conversation ranged from moving and new jobs to puppies, and finally landed on football, where Sunday abandonment by boyfriends/fiancés/husbands due to football season was discussed.
“I’m tired of being left alone on Sundays!”
“Let’s do something of our own to make them feel abandoned!”
“Let’s start our own fantasy football league where we EAT.”
“How about we call it the Fantasy Supper League and have it on Sundays?”
“The FSL! I love it!”
The first rule about Supper Club is you don’t talk about Supper Club.
The second rule about Supper Club is you must always have dessert. Sometimes you break rule number one. But you NEVER break rule number two.
There are many delicious options on the “Journey’s End” dessert page at the Reinforest Cafe. But the Sparkling Volcano won. “A chocolate brownie piled high with vanilla ice cream, whipped cream, & chocolate sauce, with a sparkler!” It was rich. Chocolately. Cold. Creamy. Delicious. Melty. Melting. MELTING! HURRY! FASTER! Ahhhh.
Are you ready for some football?
Sunday the 24th is the next Fantasy Supper League (FSL) event. Janessa, as president, will be choosing the theme. And as her luck would have it, she is also next in line to choose the restaurant.
Janessa, the League is counting on you.
The FSL is born. Photos from the dinner here.
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