reply to post by gariac
Yes, Gariac, there is a bumper crop of slightly tired, quasi-rustic lodges in the nearby Russian River towns, so any number of them could be easily
pointed-to and said: "You know, THAT'S the place where the Bohemians partake of female entertainment." So to imply there's some organized
activity around same is a stretch.
In that same theme -- though not nearly as purient -- according to local lore, the Village Inn, which is even closer to the Grove than the Northwoods
property, stood in as the lodge in "Holiday Inn" so that Bing could film conveniently that summer while he was encamped at the Grove. (This factoid
from a brochure that the Village Inn distributes to its guests.) I hope Bing wasn't cheating on Catherine!
So Gariac, unless I'm running around with complete losers when I've been a guest so many times at the Grove, I assure you that sneaking out to meet
a hooker is really and truly not high on anyone's priority list. Folks are really too busy racing to that lakeside lecture offered by a noted US
jurist, viewing an art exhibit curated by one of the world's most noted museum directors, and then trying to squeeze in a nap before a Grammy
Award-winning guitarist performs an acoustic set that evening -- only to get up and do it all over again -- with a completely different curriculum --
the next day and the day after that. Amid all that, there's eating, drinking, and singing. Lots and lots of singing. Top of the lungs, boisterous,
arms-around-your-buddy's-shoulders kind of singing. (For perspective, note the item, "drinking", immediately before singing. That should explain
it.)
I grant you that, undoubtedly, as with any gathering of this size and over so many years, there's of course some men who've arranged a sneaky little
assignation during the encampment. Perhaps it's a woman (or man?) on the side or even a hooker. But as I've said before, this isn't anything
that's organized or in any way encouraged or even tolerated by the Club. In fact, at the risk of sounding arch, it would be profoundly looked-down
upon.
You certainly may know something I don't -- but I assure you that for 98.5% of attendees, there's far more compelling (and legal and ethical) things
to do in the Grove given the elite caliber of artists, world leaders, statesmen, and corporate giants than to play slap and tickle with a hooker in a
rundown off-property hotel. Priorities.
Cheers,
Sandalfon