Rubber Chicken Social Club
7 04 2008
I am starting a social club called “The Rubber Chicken Social Club.”
The name comes from these mini rubber chickens that my business partner gave me years ago.They were a reminder to smile during my presentation at the National Association of Broadcasters in 2006.
Ever since one mini rubber chicken has lived comfortably in my wallet, nestled right behind my license. It’s a daily reminder to bring humor and personality into my work and life.
Right now the Rubber Chicken Social Club throws monthly dinners.
New friends, sales people, tech geeks, bloggers, entrepreneurs, twitter addicts, scholars and old friends all come together to share a meal. About 25 people attend, and I either work with or collaborate with all of them. Everyone who attends has a genuine curiosity, a love of learning and meeting new people.
In the coming months I plan to turn the Rubber Chicken Social Club into an active, inclusive, high-energy group mini rubber chicken lovers. Some things I would like to do are: bowling; breakfasts; lectures; tweet ups; Twitter Olympics (yet to be defined); pecha-kucha’s; Random acts of organized kindness; Trivia night and giving away tons of mini rubber chickens. I am at the brainstorming stage right now. If you would like to be part of this, leave me a comment—or attend one of our events. I am very open to your suggestions. I will give a mini rubber chicken to the first 3 I receive—just tell me where to send them.
I have a little rubber chicken in my wallet too now (thanks for that).
Every time I notice it in my wallet, I have to smile.
I hope I can make the next dinner!
Uhhh. Okay! I like to eat and meat. Hmm chewy.
I’d be intrigued to learn more about our small yellow friends and their relation to food. And since they are rubber, I trust they won’t be the main stay of the course. Though, I have had some rather poorly cooked chicken that may as well have been rubber. Where do these dinners take place?