We have passed the halfway point between AI-XXIX and the highly anticipated AI-XXX, making this post only six and a half months later than planned. From AI-HQ, much has happened—little of it worth recounting. There’s been golf, mahjong, cards, dinner parties, dog walking/ball playing, TV, cooking, eating, drinking, and hanging out at AI-HQ Highlands, followed by golf, mahjong, cards, dinner parties, dog walking/ball playing, TV, cooking, eating, drinking, and hanging out at AI-HQ West Glendale.
We are sure that AI-XXIX provided moments that will live forever in AI lore, and had we posted the intended recap immediately afterward, we would be happy to share them. Instead, we turn to the wisdom of the great Jimmy Breslin: “reminiscences are to be enjoyed, not authenticated.”
Who was there? Stalwart Stans Jim, Kate the Elder (KTE), Gordon, Rich, Sean, Nick, Emma, Nora (back after a year’s sabbatical), Edie, and Kate the Younger (KTY), The BD and The TD. The youngest Stan, Ari, made his second appearance. Emma’s beau, Kevin, made his inaugural pilgrimage. Neighbors Paul and Marilyn made their first appearance as invitees, after crashing lip sync the previous year. Wally was MIA.
Some traditions gained traction, many held strong, one is barely holding on. Cards, scribbage, and other games were ascendant, led by game mavens Edie, KTE, and Emma. Lip-sync performances dazzled with unbridled talent fueled by liquid courage. The BD and staff produced unending culinary masterpieces throughout the weekend. Meals stretched long into the night; glasses were rarely empty, vision blurred, conversation opaque. Meanwhile, golf—the erstwhile centerpiece of The AI—continued its relentless slide into irrelevance, accompanied by its historical incompetence.
And now we turn our lonely eyes to AI-XXX. Who woulda thunk it? From four guys in a hot tub to a toddler in a golf cart. From a “golf tournament” to a weekend bacchanal. From MetroWest to Palm Lake to Wildcat Cliffs. From idea to institution. From here to there. From here to eternity. From THE AI to that other AI. The bar we’ve set is high (and always open), the expectations incongruous, the reality warped. The arc of The AI is long, but it bends toward inertia.
OK, on to the point—if there is one. When? Where? And, if so, why?
AI-XXX
JUNE 18-21, 2026
72 OAK POINT, HIGHLANDS, NC
