The Cal-look Lounge

While dredging for Carlsbad pics the other day, I ran across a shot from our wedding day 1n 1969...brought back old memories of all the club members cars parked out front of the church and all the burn-outs that followed.  I remember a lot of raised eyebrows... :o ;D

I am surprised she has put up with you for 39 years.  ;)

--louis

congratulations sarge  ;D
fabs  ;D

Nice One!!!  ;D ;D ;D ;D ;D

Frank

All the club members sat in the first two rows of seats (all in their "best" burgundy club jackets, of course)...it was all either of us could do to keep a straight face with all the fidgeting going on during the ceramony!  ::) ;D

cool  going to a weeding with jacket club  8)

that is cool.it all makes sense now in Stephan's book when it says Jim and Sharon Edmiston's 67... not a lot of wifes would have put up with a bunch of punkers attending their wedding. but i don't need to tell you you are a lucky man.

very nice to have such great memories

More MORE MORE!!!!  ;D

What a group of fun-loving loons. Nothing sacred (but burnouts)?

 ;D

Awesome Sarge....don't tease us with just one pic, man.

Sorry, Jim...other then the "usuall" wedding pic's, that's all I have.  I DO have some stories, though  ;).  Back in the day, weddings meant BATCHELOR PARTIES  ::)...a good excuse to get hammered with like minded club members.  These parties always started at the clubhouse and revolved around a game of Thumper to get things going.  To the uninitiated, Thumper is a game played sitting on the floor (a GOOD thing...) in a circle with your drink of choice.  The game begins with one guy chanting "What's the name of the game"... the players holller THUMPER!!!...How do you PLAY???....Make a SIGN!! (everyone playing has their own "sign"...thumb on the forehead, thumb down, two fingers up, etc).  The game starter then flashes his sign and the sign of another player who must then flash HIS sign and someone else's and so-on until there's a screw-up...the guy who screws up has to drain his drink and the whole deal starts over again.  Needless to say, things get UGLY fast.  After everyone's "loosened up", we would do crazy stuff :o such as a visit to the Garden Theater for a nice "movie" (adult entertainment here, folks in downtown Anaheim).  Greg Aronson and his brother Jeff were in the front row when Greg had to hurl...Jeff quickly pulled off one of shoes and passed Greg a sock to use as a barf bag...we all got "escorted" out after that  ::)!  Another time we had a "train" of 15-20 guys doing the Samba down Anaheim Blvd...through Elmer's Play-More Lounge (the watering hole across from the Pickwick), over to Don's "book" store (it was REALLY quiet in there  ::)...I think Don called the cops, too) and back diagonally through the intersection of Anaheim Blvd and Lincoln Ave (that's where the cops showed up...and "ushered" us back over to the Pickwick  ;D.  On yet another occasion, Ron Fleming, Mark Thurber and I went to numerous bars after our clubhouse party...I didn't get home untill four in the morning...Sharon was SURE I'd been out with another woman until I took her out to the garage and showed her the vomit down both sides of the '63... :o :o :o ;D.  Sometimes, I wonder how we all made it!

maybe we should have given Bates our socks?  ;D

No shit!  ;D