The club is pleased to welcome a sold-out THRASH, but in order to set up, our food service will be closed and beverage service will be limited to the patio, weather permitting, beginning at 3:00 p.m. on Saturday, April 30. The clubhouse will re-open, for those that purchased tickets, at 5:00 p.m. Once dinner is finished at around 8:00 p.m., we’ll open the Members Lounge to members who want to catch the East Coast Experience and join the party. Sorry for the inconvenience and thank you for your understanding.
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After these two long COVID seasons, we are delighted to announce that THRASH is back! Thank Heavens Racing And Sailing is Here is our annual season-opening party! Join members old and new on Saturday, April 30, for THRASH, featuring the traditional burning of the socks (see poem below), followed by a down-east kitchen party & dinner with the great band East Coast Experience.
Schedule:
- 5:00 pm: Gather outdoors around the fire and join in the sock burning (bring a pair) and join fellow club members in a toast (provided).
- 5:30 pm: East Coast Experience kicks off the party with its first set. Enjoy some Newfie Nachos or take a turn on the dance floor while they play.
- 7:00 pm: Dinner
- 8:00 pm – 11:30 pm: Foot stomping live music by East Coast Experience, dancing and dessert.
Menu:
Newfie Nachos.
Down east dinner rolls, butter.
Seafood Chowder.
Salad Bar.
P.E.I Spud Bar.
$24 St. John’s Salmon with a Halifax honey glaze.
$29 Lobster Ravioli with lobster bisque broth.
$21 Charlottetown Chicken Supreme with wild mushroom tarragon sauce.
$21 Butternut Squash Ravioli with Brown Butter Sage Cream.
Squares and Berry Cobbler.
Coffee, tea.
Please pre-book your meal choices.
“Ode to the Sock Burners”, adapted from Jefferson Holland, Poet Laureate of Eastport, 1995
Them NSC Sailors got an odd tradition
When the sun sinks to its Equinox position.
They build a little fire down along the docks,
They doff their shoes, and they burn their winter socks.
Yes they burn their socks after the Equinox.
You might think that’s peculiar, but in fact it’s not.
See, they’re the same socks they put on last fall,
And never took ’em off to wash ’em not at all…
So, they burn their socks after the Equinox.
In a little ol’ fire burning nice and hot.
Some think incineration is the only solution,
’Cause washin ’em contributes to lac Deschenes pollution.
Through the Spring and Summer and into the fall,
They go around not wearin’ any socks at all,
Just stinky feet stuck in old deck shoes,
Whether out on the water or sippin’ brews.
So if you sail into the harbour after the long month of March,
And you smell like Limburger sautéed with laundry starch,
You’ll know you’re downwind of the NSC docks,
Where they’re burning their socks in honour of Equinox.