My dad bought a boat when I was in highschool. We kept it docked at Macatawa Bay Yacht Club and for a year or two we felt a little bit like a part of the in-crowd. I'd love to write about the time that my best friend and I got caught skinny dipping in the yacht club pool...but my mom is reading this and I really don't want her to know about it...
Anyway, as great as it was to be a part of the yacht club, I'm going to come right out and say that MBYC has nothing on the Fort Lauderdale Yacht Club. First of all, I think that the annual fee for Fort Lauderdale is just about equal to my annual salary (Tami? M.B? - you know it's true.) And second, today I parked next to a Rolls Royce - you just don't see that in Holland, Michigan.
But today I headed out with one of my favorite students to lunch at the club. The club is not a completely new experience, I've actually been there before to swim, (let's just say, I know people) and because it's in the same neighborhood as school, they've even been so gracious as to host a few class parties - but lunching at the club was a totally new experience. We walked through the different dining rooms to our booth (both of us giggling like schoolgirls...even though only one of us was) and had a seat with a few other elderly couples in Polo Shirts and Lily Pulitzer pantsuits. (The younger set was sitting outside by the pool cooling down in their tennis whites after what was apparently a rousing group lesson). It was only slightly awkward when the waitress asked me for my member number and I had to explain that I wasn't actually a member, but instead I was being treated to lunch by the 13 year-old sitting across from me. Other than that, it was a great time and my only regret was that I left behind the left-overs that I was going to take home for dinner tonight (not tacky at all). The best part? Possibly the chocolate-chocolate chip cookies...and the fact that we didn't scratch the paint on the Rolls on our way out.
Anyway, as great as it was to be a part of the yacht club, I'm going to come right out and say that MBYC has nothing on the Fort Lauderdale Yacht Club. First of all, I think that the annual fee for Fort Lauderdale is just about equal to my annual salary (Tami? M.B? - you know it's true.) And second, today I parked next to a Rolls Royce - you just don't see that in Holland, Michigan.
But today I headed out with one of my favorite students to lunch at the club. The club is not a completely new experience, I've actually been there before to swim, (let's just say, I know people) and because it's in the same neighborhood as school, they've even been so gracious as to host a few class parties - but lunching at the club was a totally new experience. We walked through the different dining rooms to our booth (both of us giggling like schoolgirls...even though only one of us was) and had a seat with a few other elderly couples in Polo Shirts and Lily Pulitzer pantsuits. (The younger set was sitting outside by the pool cooling down in their tennis whites after what was apparently a rousing group lesson). It was only slightly awkward when the waitress asked me for my member number and I had to explain that I wasn't actually a member, but instead I was being treated to lunch by the 13 year-old sitting across from me. Other than that, it was a great time and my only regret was that I left behind the left-overs that I was going to take home for dinner tonight (not tacky at all). The best part? Possibly the chocolate-chocolate chip cookies...and the fact that we didn't scratch the paint on the Rolls on our way out.
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