Tuesday, April 12, 2005

A Night in Paradise

I've been up to my hips in coding the new ASZ site this week, so haven't had much of a chance to pay attention to either the political or real world around me. It's times like this that I appreciate the small getaways in life like the Tuesday night meetings of the Philly chapter of Drinking Liberally.

The "regulars" don't spend the entire evening talking about politics. That would be boring. There was great conversation wrapped around the currently running Philadelphia Film Festival, SpinDentist's recent cruise, local bands, summer plans, sports, and the other mundane things of life that bind us all together in one fashion or another. Yeah, there was one local political hopeful in attendance tonight (a Common Pleas Court judge candidate), but that didn't impact the conversation too much.

A weekly Rotary Club meeting this ain't.

Where else but a meeting of progressive folks are you going to find discussions running from avant garde films (and which ones are good for "first dates") to Bugman DeLay to the pros and cons of various American expatriat communities in other countries (which ones are "weed friendly" and which aren't)? There's nothing forced, nothing strange, no singles bar mating kabuki rituals, and a lot of smiling and laughing across fairly broad age, gender, and economic demographics. In other words, stuff that's in really short supply these days.

Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?

All those night when you've got no lights,
The check is in the mail;
And your little angel
Hung the cat up by it's tail;
And your third fiance didn't show;

Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.

Roll out of bed, Mr. Coffee's dead;
The morning's looking bright;
And your shrink ran off to Europe,
And didn't even write;
And your husband wants to be a girl;

Be glad there's one place in the world
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to go where people know,
People are all the same;
You want to go where everybody knows your name.

Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came...

Thanks to Will (the sparkplug behind this thing), Doc, Emily, Wendy, Heinrich, Duncan, Liz, Barbara, Jim, Jeremy, the other Will, Brendan and everyone else who makes my Tuesday evenings much more enjoyable.

It's a lot cheaper than therapy. ;-)