Organization: City University of New York/ University Computer Center
Date: Tuesday, 8 Sep 1992 17:27:19 EDT
From: <SECBH@CUNYVM.BITNET>
Newsgroups: soc.motss
Subject:    Sung Hai! Dinner

The soc.motss dinner at Sung Hai in NYC on last Saturday evening was
a huge success - beginning with the number of attendees.  The Dixie
Flame, aka Jake Coughlin, and I arrived first and were surprised
to find that the entire second room had been reserved for the
dinner.  One of the managers said there were 31 reservations and
I think they added places later.

Ry managed to arrive last with the honorary guests of honor - Melinda
Shore and George Reilly.

Dinner was great - as usual - and even the vegetarians managed to
get enought to eat thanks to the thoughtfulness of their neighbors
and their own rapacity.

This time there were pictures taken and so I guess we will join the
gallery of photos which cover the walls at Sung Hai.  This would
be nice (hint, hint, Ry) as we have good times there and it would
be nice to have our soc.motss photo-space.

Afterwards we split into two groups.  The coffee house crowd went
off and as far as I know may still be out there somewhere.  The
beer and booze crowd considered trying to take over Sneakers,
a neighborhood bar, but they had a DJ whom we felt would not be
as easy to talk over as a tape machine.  I thought the Sneaker's
patrons looked damned relieved.  Three of then came outside and
were smoking a j and looking us over as we milled about in
front of the place.  I heard one of them observe, "Not a damned
Guinea in the crowd."  So much for our diversity.

We then tried the Dugout, which patrons looked a bit askance when
the gang of us trooped in, but it worked out well and we stayed
several hours.  I would do a roll call, but I can't remember
everyone's name so that's not such a great idea....must have been
about twelve to fifteen of us there.  This provided my only
opportunity to speak to Melinda and this was limited to, "What
would you like to drink?"

George Reilly did not have dark hair which I had somehow expected and
he is softer spoken than his posts would have suggested.  On the
other hand the latter may have been relative only to we loudmouths
who surrounded him.

George is charming and funny to talk to, but more than that he exudes
an animal magnetism which makes you want to rip his clothes off and
cover him with little wet bunny kisses and stuff.  Actually this
very thing was attempted with him on Christopher and stopped traffic.
(No, not by me.  I was holding the camera.)  The sight put the lie to
Microsoft.

JI wore a very funny T-shirt of a sumo wrestler cat, which drew lots
of attention.

Marty identified himself as "her husband" for the second time, pointing
to Mara.

Greg Parkinson's friend, Dave, is exeedingly skillful at following up
droll stories with very randy observations on the passing scene.

Tovah Hollander is an opera buff and gives great visuals.  She did
a version of the Tales of Hoffman she saw, and I traded it for one
of Thais.  Neither of us did the audio.

Dan (who's last name I forget) looked when he arrived as if he thought
he had made a tragic error in showing up, but as he was one of the
last five who hauled it up to The Monster to end the evening he must
have thought otherwise.  In any case, a nice guy who doesn't post, but
should come to more dinners.

Nice to meet Karen from Richmond.  I kinda got lost in the "boyish"
repartee which she and Jake lofted several times.

Nice to meet Ro Reid after lo, these many posts.

......a great evening, a great weekend.  Sunday Jake
and I saw "The Night Larry Kramer Kissed Me".....it suffered most
from resorting to bombast and shouting for dramatic emphasis a little
too frequently, but it has many, many funny and touching parts to
redeem that flaw.  See it if you can.  "That's why I go to the gym"
may have been my favorite bit.

We stopped by The Stonewall -- same spot, different bar.  Has the
same relation to the original as Trumps Taj Mahal in Atlantic City
has to the one in Agra.

Stopped by Uncle Charlie's.  Jake lost custody of his eyeballs every
few steps through the crowd.  Two go-go boys performed.  The first
one flexed the crowd to boredom, while the second not only had a body
to kill for but a sleazy smile that would melt your spandex shorts.

Next dinner is the 20th of this month - same place.

Jack Carroll