Last Thursday, a handful of long-time club members gathered in a dark room with beer and chips to decide the club's future. What..? You thought I was talking about the typical BOC (Board of Captains) meeting? Actually, that's pretty much the same scenario, but I was talking about the annual commodore election! At the "election", the funky monkeys and their sock puppets gave speeches, everyone shook hands, mingled, and tried to act serious. Finally they "elected" a new commodore, code name Sphinx, who promised new boats, lower membership fees, more club members, better planning, and so on and so forth. Sound familiar..? Each person got one vote (except people who managed to get ahold of some extra ballots--there's no telling how many votes they got.)
As club members deposited their ballots, several people appeared to put a whole handful in. One claimed he was dropping off ballots for a friend who had to leave. But then, how did the friend have time to vote..?! Oddly, a number of ballots were later found mixed in with the chips. Viva la monkey.
