The cost of the Grand Event at the Brooklyn Bridge Marriott depends on your reservation payment date.




$235
if you pay by July 15, 2016




$275 if you pay after 07/15 but before 09/02


No reservations accepted after September 02, 2016.
No payments accepted at the door.


IF YOU HAVE ALREADY SENT IN A DEPOSIT OF $150,
THEN YOU OWE $150 FOR THE FRI AND SAT NIGHT EVENTS

If you have already sent in a deposit we will be sending you an invoice, if we have your e-mail, with the amount you owe.
ALL PAYMENTS WILL BE DUE BY CHECK. NO PAYPAL.

If you paid $150 each you must pay balance of $85 by July 15th or $125 by September 2nd.
Checks MUST arrive by those dates.
E-mail matt11209@aol.com for where to send checks.

ALL deposits are non-refundable.

 


Welcome Dinner -- October 7, 2016 -- Dino BBQ
Buffet Dinner Dance -- October 8, 2016 -- New York Marriott at the Brooklyn Bridge*
More events to be announced -- check here or on Facebook.

 
 
 






ANY QUESTIONS, ASK MATTY

 

High School Love
by Goldie Kristin Pappas

The best thing Mr. Rook had done for his student was to move his wooden, teacher’s desk, to the side of the room, under the black rimmed, oversized wall clock. Listening to his spiel that Monday, on simple journalistic techniques for an effective interview, he had turned dull, and unimaginative. Sitting in the middle of the room, I easily escaped his monotonous examples, by deeply breathing in the cold, fresh air which was slapping the rolled up shade; back and forth. He kept the top portion of the windows opened, to balance the heat of the radiators.

It was a sunny day with high puffy clouds, the kind of day which deceives. You think it’s warm outside..but, it’s not.

I was anxious to see him. Instead of taking notes in my spiral notebook, my mind wandered to him. Tall and handsome, with eyes that sparkled, he would be standing a few feet in front of DESI. His navy blue pea jacket collar would be turned up in the back, providing some warmth to his slender neck. His hair was shiny, dark, and long.. he looked like a musician; a drummer.

Discreetly, I popped a CERTS breath mint into my mouth. I was staring at the slow moving minute-hand of the clock; an endless, silent series of tick and tocks. My three books were stacked neatly in front of me; my hands clasped atop of the pile. My eyes remained glued on the clock. Anticipating the……….

BRRRRRRRRRRINNNNG!!!!!!!

I grabbed my books, and flung my hooded, black stadium jacket over my shoulders. Quickly, exiting the room, I slipped my arms into the sleeves, one at a time. I had no idea what my hair looked like, but with my right hand, I smoothed down the sides and felt that my “flip” was still intact. Staring at my penny loafers, and hoping not to trip, I ran down the two sets of steps, and then, pushing against the horizontal bronze bar, I flung open the heavy door. A blast of sunlight rushed past me, flooding the dark, cold stairwell.

I peered out into the crowd, looking for him. He was there! I walked as fast as I could, without letting on.. that I was “walking as fast as I could.” He was looking around, with searching eyes. Was he looking for me? I was getting close, and I could feel butterflies in my stomach..you know that feeling, right? You don’t know what to say, or do at that moment, except feel happy! He flicked back his hair, to get it away from his eyes, when he spotted me.

He smiled. I loved his grin. I took a deep breath, and exhaled. I walked slowly, even though I wanted to run to him. He bent down, a little, and kissed his girlfriend gently upon her lips.

I pretended not to see, and kept walking.





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