How to squander a perfectly good Friday night
Put on a monkey suit, go to the University Club, sit at tables with white tablecloths, breathe cigar smoke, and watch people boxing.
Put on a monkey suit, go to the University Club, sit at tables with white tablecloths, breathe cigar smoke, and watch people boxing.
Comments (10)
In midsummer, no less.
Posted by Jack Bog | August 6, 2007 2:47 AM
Sounds like a good time :)
Posted by Joey Link | August 6, 2007 2:57 AM
Actually, if they allowed the boxers to select a University Club member out of the audience and smack him around for a few minutes, it would be worth paying to see.
Posted by Jack Bog | August 6, 2007 3:16 AM
I second that. I worked there back in the 70's as a banquet waiter. I doubt if the member would feel a thing if they still drink like they did 30 years ago.
Posted by tom | August 6, 2007 6:30 AM
From the O's article: "There may be more business conducted here than City Hall," [general manager Robert] Parsons says. "But it's conducted in a social and informal fashion."
I thought the University and Arlington were the business of City Hall.
Indeed, informal.
Posted by john rettig | August 6, 2007 8:57 AM
Personally I have always found boxing disgusting...rather like dog fighting, except that in some cases the participants do freely chose to participate in the "sport".
Posted by Anne | August 6, 2007 9:35 AM
There's just something so 'faux' about the whole thing.
I've been to the University Club several times 15 years ago or so, and I found it stuffy and stupid. And I agree with Anne - there's something barbaric about watching people whale on each other.
Posted by nancy | August 6, 2007 9:43 AM
I think that many University Club members quietly wonder why the heck they're in there. Now they can tell themselves, "It's for the boxing dinner."
Posted by Jack Bog | August 6, 2007 12:30 PM
In my experience, the University Club has been very hospitable. I've certainly encountered several desperately seeking housewives from the sugar-powdered crust of Portland's affluent society, but only so far as the edges of the dance floor. I'm not sure what Anne means by "something barbaric about watching people whale on each other." My "dance partner" was not a "whale" by any conception of body-type, and I felt that whatever we were doing with each other, it was down a hall and well out of sight from the patrons of the event.
Posted by Ted | August 6, 2007 8:41 PM
The University Club is for real estate; Arlington Club is for finance.
Posted by Isaac Laquedem | August 7, 2007 10:11 AM