TLG boyz are Hot

The dog days of summer are nothing compared to the heat the Lunch Game packs. Who'da known they moonlighted at the Chippendales?

A Shot in the Arm

Thank you, Gluckman, for that Securities Reg-inspired downer.

I'd like to offer up a more light-hearted take on the bittersweet experience of dining out, hopefully giving TLG a lift for the end of the semester (and for the planning of the TSALG - The Summer Associate Lunch Game).

A moment of silence for the lunch game that wasn't

Let us take a moment to remember the Lunch Game of March 23, 2007












Last Friday was a sad day for lunch gamers the world over. The number was drawn and
participants were contacted. A flurry of activity ensued (I imagine) but when the dust settled,
nobody went to lunch. Not a soul. I wish I knew what to say at a time like this that would make us all feel better, but I don't think this pain will go away. It seemed so sudden. Sure, the last couple weeks were a little shaky, but the lunch game seemed so healthy and then...

What really hurts is knowing that I will never feel the touch of that lunch game again. None of us will. And we don't have any memories to show for it. That is what hurts the most. That, and the guilt.

I mean, none of us should blame ourselves. The lunch game followed its own path, and nobody else could when times got really dark. We are not to blame. Everyone acted within the constitutional limits, and nobody deserves to be punished. But neither did the lunch game that died alone on a street-corner somewhere in the big city. And Sean, I don't want you to feel guilty. You were the only one who almost made it. And if the Hoyas hadn't been so blessed this season then you would have been. That meant a lot to the lunch game, that you cared enough to almost care.

It may be cold comfort, but I know that the lunch game is in a better place, a place it deserves to be, among the breakfast of anorexics and every other meal left unwanted until it was too late.

Lunch Game, I'm sorry.

QDT = FHI

FYI, QDT had FHI. Last Friday resulted in a constitutional default to the next available restaurant, which was MaryAnne's Tribeca Mexican. It was acceptable.

KEY:
FYI = For Your Information
QDT = Quality Drinking Time
FHI = Failed Health Inspection

Monday Lunch Game is Not Friday

Hello TLG. It is I, your long lost member. I have been unable to join you on any Friday outings because of an unfortunately-timed class. Though why you have been unwilling to accomodate me and have TLG on Tuesdays from 10:45-11:02 remains a mystery.
Just kidding. While the Monday lunch games have been fun, they have really come much closer to resembling any old lunch around NYU. Missing are the danger, the excitement, and most importantly, half of the participants.
After carefully checking the pocket-sized copy of the Constitution I always carry around with me, I notice that nowhere is it written that we have to hold TLG at 1:00. I would like to propose that we hold TLG at 4:30 on a Friday afternoon. This change will produce a trifecta of benefits:
1) It is an unfortunate fact that finals are approaching. With this chagne, we will have time get some work done on Fridays before getting hammered;
2) The transition between day and evening will be greatly facilitated, and continuing the dabauchery long into the night will be almost a given;
3) I too will be able to partake in the glory of the friday Lunch Game. Please save me from being the Pete Best of TLG.

Thank you for your kind consideration of this proposal.

Gluckman Gets Mad

Ah. One of the Minds that brought us TLG.

Amish Greeks in Ireland

Ok, so apologies for the late posting. TLG would be much more on the ball if it felt like TLG participants were also TLG Blog participants. TLG remembers the days when the Blog was a forum for TLGers to share their enthusiastic and creative thoughts on all things TLG. There's even a "Good Commenting" label which, needless to say, has not been applied in quite some time.

So, bastards, if you want to see the pics go ahead.

• Check out Jen with a Banana
• Jen's placement among all public flickr pictures tagged with "banana"
  
• Thumbs down: The Group's displeasure with Amish Market as a venue (I think Steve has a thumbs up, though).
  
• Despite the Amish Market's general unlunchability, TLG participants find a way.
  
• Nadya's punishment
  
• The group punishing Derek in Absentia (luckily there is no due process clause in the Constitution)
• Ben's first outing.
  
• Amish contraband in a Greek Restaurant
  

TLG Gets Played

Let me paint a picture for you: Isabel. Amish Market. Make-Your-Own-Salad. Take photos. Don't Go Out For Greek. If you would like to view images from the described version of TLG, check it out:

http://home-and-garden.webshots.com/album/556318614fLVzdS

EZB is a martini glass breaker, TLG loyalty questioned

The strong precatory language suggests alcohol consumption not alcohol spillage. Eric Berry, ladies and gentlemen, has, on repeated occasions, spilled, broken and wasted his way into TLG membership. His remorse seems genuine but we should not fall prey to, and be duped by, that sweet face and those lovin' arms. I must warn, there might be a cobracow-sympathizer amongst us sheep.

-Sponsored by the Campaign for Dixie Cups for Eric