Twinkle: Dooner League

I love Junyaleague cookbook meetings, because they're at someone's home (not the west end) and they're full of people who love to eat and drink. Dinner last night did not disappoint...all the recipes were from Cordon and were delish, and who doesn't love to curl up with a glass of wine and a daily planner and talk about some Junyaleague? That, girls, is what it's all about.

So, anyway, I noticed something last night. While there was some new blood on the committee (a few girls who "pledged" in the fall), and some people who are the involved ones from our era, the people running the meeting consisted of the same bunch of 45+ Dooner Leaguers who were running the committees when I was a provisional in 2001--and they were too old to be there then. There was:

1. The President-Elect, who I understand needs to be there since it's a major fundraiser, and I do like her. But she's definitely of the old guard--at this point the president-elect should be someone of our generation (like the immediate past-president and one of our favorite Daddy Rabbit lurkers).

2. A certain strawberry blonde--she's a cool Highlands chick who lives in sin with her longtime beau and goes to the Farmers Market, and I appreciate that. I swear I don't mean this b*tchy, but she was on the back side of "Junya" 10 years ago.

3. The most egregious offender, in my opinion, a certain woman who's been around the League forever and must be our moms' age. The best way I can describe her is her *ss is disproportionally large to her upper body. Black hair. Red lips. Dooner League all the way, except Dibbs said she used to talk about sex at book club...like what she and her husband did. Now, I'm not above dishing about private matters on a stealth blog or over cocktails with close friends, but in my opinion, the Barnes & Noble at the Summit, with casual acquaintances, is not the venue.

(BTW, who wants to have cocktails with me? Or mocktails, in your case, Lola? I don't think I can wait until the next regularly-scheduled Classic Cocktail Hour to dish with y'all).

But back to the League. Here is my question: if the League is supposed to be a training organization, then why are the same trained volunteers from 25 years ago running the committees? Here's how it's supposed to work--you join, you work hard for a couple of years, you serve on the board or as president or whatever, then you fade off into the sunset and let the younger girls take over. There used to be an expiration date on membership by design--for a reason.

These women were talking about past cookbooks--the one from 15 years ago and the one from the '80s. The oldest one (whose initials are L.N., if that tips you off) was talking about when she chaired the Bourbon Ball. I'm sorry, if you have chaired one of the major balls in town, consider yourself trained and move along, sister.

BTW, where is everyone, and why am I the only one on here? I would especially love to hear from a certain lurker/past president/ex-pat...we miss you. E-mail me if you want the login/password info.