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Polka Time!
2 August 2008 21:26So the Polkaholics show was surprisingly good, and a lot of fun. I'd called practically everyone I knew in Chicago, and invited them to join me for the insanity. This time, people actually showed up -- about a dozen, all told, and out of the lot, only a handful had met even one of the others before. They all got along, as I hawkishly watched over them, worrying over potential personality clashes. Grizzled Alley Kitten even mocked me about it.
"Geez, Amul. If you can't relax at a polka concert, what's it going to take to get you to stop trying to be responsible for everything?"
Later that night, as we sat at the long assembly of tables trying to fit all the 'Holics Fans we'd dragged out for a meal (including some we'd met at the show), bravely trying to make a dent in burritos the size of our heads, one of the recent add-ons asked how we all knew each other. Most of the table pointed to me, and I pointed to GAK. Who was also pointing at me.
This was your idea.
"This is your crowd. I only brought one friend, and it turns out you knew him already."
I wouldn't have...
"Okay, so it was Amul. How do you all know him?"
About half of them were models and crazy-artist-chicks, the rest were gamers and kinksters.
Saying it like that makes me feel unaccountably cool. When did I meet so many people? When did I start living in this city? Oh, right. Years ago. I keep forgetting.
The next day, GAK text'd me to tell me that she'd felt something that night which had been missing from her life, and I agreed wholeheartedly. A crowd of faces in a sea of people, a little raft of the tide of the night, buoyed by laughter. Last night, I didn't try to get to know anyone, biblically or otherwise. (Why do we say "biblically," anyway?) All we knew about each other was that we wanted to have fun, and somehow this once I let that be enough.
"Geez, Amul. If you can't relax at a polka concert, what's it going to take to get you to stop trying to be responsible for everything?"
Later that night, as we sat at the long assembly of tables trying to fit all the 'Holics Fans we'd dragged out for a meal (including some we'd met at the show), bravely trying to make a dent in burritos the size of our heads, one of the recent add-ons asked how we all knew each other. Most of the table pointed to me, and I pointed to GAK. Who was also pointing at me.
This was your idea.
"This is your crowd. I only brought one friend, and it turns out you knew him already."
I wouldn't have...
"Okay, so it was Amul. How do you all know him?"
About half of them were models and crazy-artist-chicks, the rest were gamers and kinksters.
Saying it like that makes me feel unaccountably cool. When did I meet so many people? When did I start living in this city? Oh, right. Years ago. I keep forgetting.
The next day, GAK text'd me to tell me that she'd felt something that night which had been missing from her life, and I agreed wholeheartedly. A crowd of faces in a sea of people, a little raft of the tide of the night, buoyed by laughter. Last night, I didn't try to get to know anyone, biblically or otherwise. (Why do we say "biblically," anyway?) All we knew about each other was that we wanted to have fun, and somehow this once I let that be enough.
