What is most Posh thing you have ever done?

I would provide a list, but alas I was one of the ragtag, ragamuffin ‘bad boys.” I know we have some class here, so lets hear, about the “poshness.” Better still what is “Posh?” How do you define “Posh?” Would you like to be “Posh?” Can you aspire to “Poshness” or must you be born with “Poshness?”

Any of those questions, or tell me about your days as a ragamuffin.

I am so lonely, just tell me a story!

Very posh polo grounds in Chicago's western suburb of Oak Brook. Remember Michael Butler of "Hair" fame? His family (father Paul Butler) owned the place, not to mention the private aviation area at O'Hare.

People were drinking Pimms, whatever to hell that is. Took my sister, brother-in-law and nephew, who was then about six. The nephew had fun fixing divots in the field between chukkers (sic) and watching the horses. The adults had fun sipping freebie gin and tonics.

We did not feel posh.

After about 7 years of that I went back to school to finish up my degree. After 6 months of that I dropped out of college again and went back to trucking. I guess I forgot why I did it the first time. Books and me just don't go well together I guess. I've decided that I won't make that mistake again and I'm starting over with a clean slate.

My brother-in-law the computer genius with the MBA is now learning to be a trucker. He is enjoying it and will go for his commercial drivers license later this week. His last company shitcanned virtually everyone at the end of August, 2001. Since then he has tried to consult, set up his own company, etc.

Good luck, droopy.

It ain't too bad a job. There are definitly worse things you can do for a living. Your brother-in-law is in for a hell of a ride and a real eye-opener. The first year I was out on the road I think was both the hardest and the best. I got to see so many things that I wouldn't have gotten to see doing something else. With experience comes local work and dedicated runs. So I don't get to see the country any more but I get home every night with about the same pay as I had when I drove over-the-road. Tell your brother-in-law to keep the shiny side up and the dirty side down and maybe I'll see him some time out there.

The last two weeks, he did his "final test" -- Chicago to California and back. Had to do 75 percent of the driving. His instructor loves him.

Hard part is that he is 64 and being treated for prostate cancer. The short hauls will be welcome to my sister and his family.

He is working for Schneider, if that helps.

As a matter of fact they are the biggest trucking company in the U.S. I do believe. They ought to be able to get him home when he needs to be. They've got all kinds of freight going all directions. I hope things work out ok for him on both the trucking and the medical fronts.

Got to use the first class lounge before we boarded too. We sat and waited for a wait person to come and serve us until we realized it was a serve-yourself-all-you-want-in-your-drink bar. After we realized that we had Chivas Regal big drinks. I don't like to fly anyway - so got kind of loaded.

Then the seats in first class and socks and eye masks and champagne it was all too much.

But boy did I enjoy it.

No lie. My seat was paid for by the Bloomington IL police department. I was amazed by how much "nicer" the flight attendants are in first class. Mine gave me many bottles of scotch to "take home". Yeah, I testified with an amazing hangover.

Verdict: guilty.

murder trial - really scary

Ballet/Dance related- I got to see the famed Bolshoi Ballet perform, the Dance Theater of Harlem, Alvin Ailly(sp?) Dance Company in particular.

Many symphony performances.

A couple of operas- Rigoletto and Madame Butterfly.

Art auction- back in my first year of high school which was a prep school the proceeds went for, lots of local rich folks, etc. at a fancy schmancy hotel. Some sleazeball college basketball dude tried to seduce me even though he knew I was quite underage. (I was too smart though)

Another charity auction type thing- I got to meet Dick Cavett (whoopdeedoo).

A governor's inauguration in utero?

I don't know how posh any of this stuff is really, but it's something I suppose. :shrug:

I missed your post before I made mine, which also mentions Dick Cavett. He was very gracious to work with, no attitude at all. I have worked with much lesser-knowns with much bigger egos.

Another really sweet guy was William Schallert, who played Patty Duke's dad on the TV show. He was a total doll.

Maybe being a comped VIP to the grand opening of the Venetian. Er, maybe. Probably being in a letter suite at Mirage? I've been in better suites actually but for at the time I stayed there it was very difficult to get a comped letter suite at Mirage. Fortunately, Michael Jackson wasn't there at the time so they had an opening. Being driven in a well-stocked limo to Lake Tahoe is another fairly memorable event. I'm a repeat diner at Emeril's so that is fairly posh right there. I dunno, it's hard to pick one, I'll think of some stand-out I missed tomorrow. One big treat was discovering for the first time I'd been given a TWO hot-tub suite, oh so cool! It does get silly, since you can only hot-tub in one tub at a time, right? Posh is to a certain extent a ridiculous level of luxury -- the two hot tubs, the girls rock climbing the wine tower at Aureole's at Mandalay Bay to get your bottle of wine, stuff like that. Oh how can I forget the live fish in my lobster martini at Elements at the Aladdin? I still feel guilty about that fish but the waiter assured me the live fish went to good homes and the waiters there all had great aquariums. To me, it crosses a line when a live animal is just there for a decorative element.

I'm trying to picture it and I can't.

It was a lobster salad in a giant martini-shaped glass with somehow another level under the top part of the glass which had a live fighting fish swimming psychotically around in it...Mmm, if you picture a martini glass with a globe in the stem -- somehow the fish was in the globe -- don't remember how they got it in there!

I'm feeling this description is not very clear, might have to sleep on it and try again tomorrow.

I thought it was a martini, garnished with lobster, that had a fish swimming in the gin.

But now that you describe it, I get it. That's a pretty cool idea!

for absolutely free. Not a cent.

Or at least that's the most posh I can think of right now.

:-) Does that count?

for a week once.

Unbelievable place and service.

We had spritzer boys by the pool who would walk around with aerosol Evian water and give you a little face-spritz on request. Sigh.... spritzer boys....

I flew first class because of my company's connections. I didn't know it was posh because I had never flown before. My boss, who traveled separately in order to spend time with his mistress, booked me into The Plaza. This was in the 70s, pre-Trump.

Because I checked in late, they didn't have a room for me. So they gave me a suite. Overlooking Central Park. It was huge, with a marble fireplace and nicer furniture than I had ever been around. The bathroom alone was about the size of my little studio apartment. I ordered cheesecake and a bottle of wine from room service and watched Dick Cavett on TV, since I was working with him the next day.

The next night I had dinner at Sardi's and went to a play - The Gin Game, with Jessica Tandy and Hume Cronym. The day after I flew back first class.

I was barely 23 years old. Since then, it's all been downhill. ;)

To the Seattle Opera----A true source of joy!

Just couldn't quite get myself to part with the $35.

a friend and I were caught shooting drugs in a mall parking lot. The end of that sentence kinda undercuts the beginning, doesn't it? Yet, it happened...