I’ve been to this bar only once before (I remember shooting pool with Stu for some reason). Which is odd, since this place is like two blocks (if that) from where I live.
I was working on whiskeys all night, and didn’t get ridiculously sloppy. I got to meet a few new folks as well, which was nice.
Left to right, it’s Rob, Lara (Gretchen’s sister), and Kevin… crap. I forget the two guys on the right. The guy to my immediate right (who I think is Kevin) was in a class taught by the guy on his right. Both of them knew Gretchen because she was in the class as well, I believe.
It was a class on short fiction, which I found really interesting. I talked with Kevin (?) at length about the class, since I saw a lot of parallels between super short fiction and poetry.
Left to right, it’s Dave, Gretchen and Tori (not sure if that’s spelled right). I’ve met Tori on a handful of occasions, but really don’t know her all that well. One of these days, I figure we’ll have a really interesting, long conversation… as we both seem to know Justin and Dave (and a lot of Bloomington folk) fairly intimately.
Left to right, it’s April and Carolina (pronounced Carol-eena). Both have a connection with the editors, and when talking with the two of them I felt that we all viewed ourselves as outsider/observers. I had some cool conversations with Carolina about writing, and talked with April a bit more as the night wore on.
This evening, I was surprisingly social. I mean, introverted turtle that I am… I was moving about a good deal. I actively said hello to strangers and offered my hand. I jumped into a few games of pool. I talked to a local named Paul, and asked about the “Reserved” sign that was situated on his table. I had a really good time.
