Nuit des Bleus

photo, solo club secretary Club's secretary imagining seats full of thirsty members.

Semi–Important Notice

by Ric Erickson

Paris:– Thursday, 6. July:– Hoping to dispel last night's tristesse for Portugal the TV–weather news featured Isabelle tonight. She is perky and optimistic and lucky she has more variable weather to deal with than they have south of the border. How boring would it be to have one blazing summer day after another?

Well, actually, I wouldn't mind. Wouldn't it be great if I could tell you that there's a 90 percent chance that it will be warm and sunny next Thursday on the eve of Bastille day? Or predict that there's an 85 percent likelihood of beautiful weather for the entire month of Paris–Plage.

Instead we are to have some variable times in the next couple of days. Blue skies will be dotted with clouds of variable densities that will be blotting out some of the sun's vital rays, off and on, Friday, Saturday and Sunday.

photo, orange bathtub, drink of the week Take a swim in the drink of the week.

Less variable will be the temperatures which will be somewhat less than recently, cruising in the 23–24 degree range. As near as I could make out the best day might be Sunday, if the clouds coming from the west don't get further this way than indicated.

Today has been a bad hair day that possibly had the same forecast. On paper it looked fine, not too cloudy, not too cool. But in reality the clouds are hanging around and the air is stagnant, except if you are beside the Seine which has its own little gully full of breezes. The predicted 24 degrees squeezed up to 26 and folks tended to sponge up the moisture. Not so great, I suppose, and still without bad–tempered alligators or nasty, hungry mosquitos.

The 'Nuit des Bleus' Report

Emotion is running at high levels like a rollercoaster and we are on it with a one–week ticket that keeps getting bonus renewals, so we don't know if we'll be getting off at the bottom or the top. Nobody expected the ride to be so long and we are getting worn out. But the end is in sight so everybody is strapping themselves together.

Once past next Sunday all that will be left of the year's business will be the eve of Bastille day on Thursday followed by the great day itself. After the firemen's balls and the military parade everybody will hike off to the Tour Eiffel to watch the fireworks, this year on a Friday. Then there will be another grand départ and France will be divided in two, divided into those condemned to stay in Paris and those who don't.

Judging from today's turnout of club members the big exodus has already begun. This afternoon between 15:00 and 17:00 exactly no members or new members showed up to keep the club's secretary from reading today's Le Parisien. There is no use pretending otherwise with a bunch of made–up stories here, mainly because no club stories are ever 'made up.'

This is the reason that there is no 'city of the week' and no 'food of the week' and no 'quote of the week' and no 'mascot of the week' and it hardly needs being pointed out that there is no 'frozen poison blow fish of the week' either.

Today's meeting, which will only happen once in the whole history of the world, was the 343rd edition. Do any of you realize just how close we are getting to a year's worth of meetings? I mean, golly, this is a club based on a virtual Internet magazine! Where is Mosaic these days? Where has Netscape gone?

photo, le parisien thursday Today's reading matter matters.

I know some club members are fully aware of the historical milestones that are being set here. Getting your photos online years before MySpace was foisted on an unwary mankind. Having your weird 'things of the week' mentioned in club reports years before they've turned up in Wikipedia. Not to mention first encounters with adventuresome 'drinks of the week' and pangs of hunger stifled with hot 'onion soup of the week' thick with gooey cheese and packed with stinky garlic. Has life ever been so good?

And what about me, the club's humble, modest secretary? You say I have been having fun and I can't disagree with that. You say without your presence the club would be totally virtual and I can't disagree with that. You say you can't come to the club on a Thursday and I can't disagree with that. You say the club should get off its butt and produce a new, better, snazzy membership card and I can't disagree with that. You see there is a lot about this club that we agree with.


But for some incomprehensible dong–dong reason there were no club members today and nobody showed any remote interest in joining the club. What is going on?

photo, 2nd orange same as 1st orange Whole view of orange drink
of the week.

I am hesitant to tell you how I passed the time during today's lonely meeting of the Café Metropole Club. I mean, who cares?

But you deserve your money's worth so I'll tell you. I spent nearly the whole time, except for shooting the 'group photo of the week,' reading today's newspaper. The first 13 pages were about football. This is essentially what France is these days. F o o t b a l l. From page 4 to page 10 I drank the 'drink of the week' which was some kind of orange stuff. It wasn't good but it was cool. About 16:45 I looked at the possibile pickings on the café's terrace but I didn't see any likely member material. The 'waiter of the week,' in case you are interested, was extremely polite when I ordered the 'drink of the week' and he didn't even know it was a 'drink of the week.'

And right now I am sitting in a puddle of garlic–tinged sweat batting away at these dirty white keys, slowly churning out this totally original and exclusive club 'report' about not much for members and readers and potential members, for the advertisers, various fans, the club's enemies, random bloggers, and prisoners locked up in brigs at sea. What is more I am doing this without one single solitary 'thing of the week,' so you could say empty–handed and without shoelaces.

Far from it for me to expect any thanks for this superhuman effort. No, thank you, I do this because I am addicted to the club. I invented it and I've been to most of the 343 meetings, in rain, snow, wind, hail, flying fish, in a cast with a fractured knee, through thick but mostly thin, ding–dong and 'yoohoo' as Heather might say.

photo, non members on cafe terrace Terracians unaware of nearby free club in Paris.

Semi–Important Notice

Do not think I am annoyed with anybody or you in particular and that is the reason I will be taking a holiday this year in summer. No. The fact is I feel irresponsible and the way I see it August is as good a month as any to throw off my formal office clothes, abandon my pressing duties and just run wild, crazy rotten wild. I need a grilled chipolata !

For this reason there will be no meetings of the Café Metropole Club for the following Thursdays of August:3, 10, 17, 24 and 31. Meetings, with or without members present, will be held on 13, 20 and 27. July. After August the first Thursday in September will be a meeting day. Mark the 7th on your calendar. For a free club noted for unusual 'firsts,' this is another one.

Plan Your Sunday Evening Accordingly

France plays against Italy next Sunday evening for the World Cup final in Berlin. Although the match will be in Germany, if France wins there will certainly be another spontaneous celebration on the Champs–Elysées, most likely bigger than any so far, and it will probably be somewhat rowdy. But joy will be real. If you can stand it it'll be something not to miss. On the other hand if France flubs it's date with fate the celebration on the Champs–Elysées will not be spontaneous. Stay tuned.

About the Café Metropole Club

Although lacking everything this club meeting 'report' reflects the actual meeting even if there were no witnesses. Throw a glance at the story of what could have been going on here, found on the About the Café Metropole Club page, containing its few and rare morsels of baguettes, green peppers, stinky garlic, fried snails and boiled frites. Always, more frites.

graphic, club location map

What About This?

These random club meetings, never as silly as they seem, begin at 15:00 every Thursday and continue until 17:00 on Thursdays. These times, check the clock fingers, are equivalent to 3 pm to 5 pm around somewhere else. Around about here is where these meetings are. Whatever you say will be truly appreciated by the other members present if there are listening, and sometimes there are but not always – and if it should by rare chance be written here.* Use your skill for other stories.

Caution – should you have the personal goal of remaining unfindable via the Web, be sure to inform the club's secretary that you prefer to be 404 – not found by Web search engines before becoming 'found.' Not becoming a club member is another way to remain unfound, but anyone can do it.

*The above paragraphs are relatively unchanged since last week because of the dispensation given to the club secretary this week by 689 members. The club secretary thanks them all for allowing him to take a powder.

The café's location is:

Café–Tabac La Corona
2. Rue de l'Amiral de Coligny – or – 30. Quai du Louvre
Paris 1. Métro: Louvre–Rivoli, Pont–Neuf or Châtelet.
Every Thursday, from 15:00 to 17:00.

A bientôt à Paris
signature, regards, ric

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