Silicon Investor (SI) -- The First Internet Community

STOCKTALK

We've detected that you're using an ad content blocking browser plug-in or feature. Ads provide a critical source of revenue to the continued operation of Silicon Investor. We ask that you disable ad blocking while on Silicon Investor in the best interests of our community. If you are not using an ad blocker but are still receiving this message, make sure your browser's tracking protection is set to the 'standard' level.

Pastimes : Don't Ask Rambi -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: jpmac who wrote (6869)	2/3/1998 11:49:00 AM
From: Gauguin	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 71178

jpmac, I wanna go too!! I wanna go too!! Take meee! Take meeeeh! Neat website. I have some stuff from then, and my techie has martini parties with the glassware, shakers, and a huge vintage record collection. I have a couple of cocktail-bar cigarette case/lighters. One is an Art Deco beauty in smoothe brown enameled metal with vertical stripes and a beautifully lofted top holding the carefully engineered lighter resevoir and strike-plunger. No filters on these babies. The front has a metal area engraved in cursive grace with "Maxine". Maxine was one hot toddy. All my friends wonderlust about her. We have a bunch of lightshades and fixtures and some glassware and other neat stuff I forget right now. Oh wait- somewhere we have a little metal case we found in a house destruction that was deco-ish and carefully hidden and had contained a --- prophylactic. My my. Where the heck is that ~ gotta see if I can find it.

To: jpmac who wrote (6869)	2/3/1998 2:51:00 PM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 71178

jp, where you been hiding, girl? I feel sure your rounds are much more entertaining than mine which consist of driving to the high school, driving to the cleaners, driving to the grocery store, driving to the bank, driving to basketball practice, driving to WalMart, driving to--well-you get the idea. My life drives me crazy. That site brought back vivid memories of my father mixing Manhattans in a silver cocktail shaker on Sundays after church for whomever they had invited for dinner. I have all Mother's crystal now- beautiful sets of martini glasses and sherry glasses and parfait glasses and mysterious shapes for drinks I can only imagine. My brother claimed the cocktail shaker. He also took the old silver tray taken from a hotel after a postwar party in the 40's. My mother informed us that this tray had been stolen the same night my father, after consuming a great many martinis, had played Flight of the Bumblebee on the hotel piano and every time he hit a wrong note which, given his inebriated state, happened with some frequency, he shouted, "Damn! Another bad note!" and pulled the ivory out. This left the piano pretty much ivoryless, and resulted in his being asked to leave by the hotel management. He told them that was fine with him as the piano was in lousy shape anyway. He took the tray on the way out as payment, being of the opinion that he had provided a lot of entertainment for the crowd, which did seem to appreciate his performance My mother did not. But she didn't have much sense of humor. And she didn't know he had taken the tray until he pulled it out from under his shirt when they got home. She said it was a good thing there were a lot of places to go in the Hartford area where they lived, or their social life would have been severely restricted by my father's persona non grata status at so many bars and hotels. My father had come home from the war observing even fewer social conventions than he had when he left and he'd never observed many to begin with. She served appetizers on that tray every time they entertained, so I think somewhere inside her, she must have enjoyed those times more than she admitted.