It is hard to believe two years have passed since The Senator, J&B Scotch's most valuable customer, proclaimed an ambitious doctrine which is the cornerstone of Loungerati's philosophy. Tonight, this platform was reaffirmed by Loungers from New York to Seattle. An official toast will happen in December when the Loungerati mini-summit convenes at the Algonquin Hotel bar (natch).
Delivered by the Senator at the Algonquin Hotel, November 17, 2007
"Loungers, I come before you tonight, drink in hand, with a message of hope.
They said that there was no more room at the bar for us. They said that there was no longer a place where good taste hardly ever went out of style. They said that times had passed us by.
Well, my friends, I have seen how the other half parties and let me be the first to say to them: KEEP ON PASSING.
They can take their smoking bans and they can take their political correctness and they can shove it right up their asses. To you my fellow Loungers I say this: let us never inebriate out of fear, but let us never fear to inebriate.
We say, with not so silent lips – if you are tired, if you are poor, if you’re one of the huddled dancers yearning to drink for free, then you must be refused and your wretched ass must be kicked outside the golden door! On this fantastic voyage, nobody rides for free.
Unless you’re really, really hot.
The Loungers and the musicians, linked together in their cause and in their need, will defend to the death bars like Algonquin Oak Room. Even though large clubs of Manhattan and many old and famous lounges have fallen or may fall into the grip of the techno scene and all the odious apparatus of American Idol and that karaoke bullshit, we shall not flag or fail.
We shall drink to the end, we shall drink in the morning, we shall drink in the night, we shall drink in the gutters and the streets, we shall drink in the hills, we shall order wines with growing confidence and growing tolerance in restaurants, we shall order after dinner drinks and digestifs, no matter what the cost, we shall never throw up, and even if we do, which I do not for a moment believe, we shall boot and rally and make it to the last call!
And so my fellow Loungers, in closing, let the word go forth that the torch has been passed to an older generation. Let every dancer, lounger and barfly know, whether they wish us well or premium, gin or beer, whiskey or soda, that we shall pay any cover, tip any bartender, meet any manager or maestro, in order to assure the survival and the success of the lounge.
Thank you, and may God bless the gutter."