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Saturday, September 2nd, 2006

Commodore's Ball

My day...

Gabe had informed me on Friday night that the cappuccino was so popular that we had run out of glasses. OK...I'm a sucker..

(only because "she" liked "his" sound system)

so I ask who can find these glasses.

Steve Redan says that he will try. Steve goes to three places and strikes out. At Steve's suggestion I asked Margie to go to the web site of Bed,Bath & Beyond and.... we hit a home run.

Of course I have to go get them.

So I tell Margie

" I will pick them up and go to the club from there"

(I have an ulterior motive...I need to get her a bouquet of flowers for Sunday..BECAUSE

I have something planned for her. But that's for another day)

I get to the club and it is pouring rain. So much so that the birds have left the dock and are under our shed (used to be called the chupa) at the pool. Our life guard asks "Do I have to watch the birds?" and my answer is "No..they don't pay dues. However, you have to watch the Legacies, who also don't pay dues." She was very confused....

I then go down to the mens locker room to store my clothes for that night and I hear Drip...Drip..Drip.

There is water coming from the ceiling. I get a ladder and touch the ceiling tile, which disintegrates on top of me, as there is water coming from the deck into the locker room. Same thing in the ladies locker room. So water is pouring into the locker rooms from the deck. Louis (Our handyman) and I place pails around the locker rooms to catch the water.

(I would have been better off putting pails below Niagara Falls.)

Then I trudge upstairs with the thought of what else can happen??.

Just as I get upstairs a young man comes toward me and identifies himself as Craig one of our valet parkers. He informs that his partner is very sick and won't be able to park cars that night.

(My thought was answered..this is the what else can happen)

So I quickly put the facts together. We have water pouring into the locker rooms, and I now have only one guy to park 35 - 40 cars with a monsoon taking place outside. OK, I have to think quick. I call Continental Airlines but because of the monsoon they aren't flying. OK. No way to escape. I then call Lorraine. "I need Corey to help with the car parking, not to drive, but to help with umbrellas etc." She replies "No problem, I will bring him a white shirt." I then spot Louis, "Hey Louis, I need you here at 6:30PM to park cars." "No problem," he replies. For them it's "No problem", for me it's problem solved, but instead of 2 guys to park cars and help our members with the monsoon, I now have three...Ka-ching!!

It's approximately 4PM and I'm for the great equalizer..a nap. So I lay down in the bar room on the couch next to the door. I'm just starting to doze when

I hear slop..slop..slop.

Lorraine was setting up the carving stations and she stepped near the door leading outside. Water was pouring in. The carpet was soaked. You could have taken a bath in the carpet by the door.

(In fact some of the birds were trying to do that)

The same thing at the doorway of the dining room.

I run down to Margie's locker, she has towels, why I don't know, she hasn't been in the pool or shower since 1995, however, I grab the towels and stuff the doors and lay down the towels to soak up the water.

I then call Hank...and this conversation is a beaut.

"Hi Linda, I need to talk to Hank." "You can't..he is painting and I won't let him out" "Linda, I have a problem here. Please take his ankle bracelet off and let him talk to me.""Hank we have water pouring under the doors and into the locker room!!" Hank hesitates and then says "SO". Conversation was over as Linda took him back to finish painting his cell.

OK..The towels are working. We stuffed towels on the outside against the doors and put towels down on the carpeting to remove the water.

With no chance for a nap, I went down and showered and dressed and came up and had an incredible evening, thanks to the Finks and their assistants, the Cohens. The whole night was fabulous and elegant and everyone (especially Margie and I) had a great time!

Just wanted to share with you

"A Day in the Life of the Commodore".

Alan Karpas

Exhausted Commodore