Hello! My Name is Irony and I’m an Alcoholic.
I waited for the final session of my first Slow Food event here at the Fort Mason Center. I was covering the session for the FoodBuzz community.
As I sat and shuffled paper, perused programs and checked voicemail, more than one person gave me a robust “Hello!”
I watched as a couple people were milling about, smoking cigarettes, chugging on Vente Lattes, joking with friends. One gentleman, a little older than me or the others, came over and said “Hi, are you one of us?”
I said, “Oh, I thought that’s what was happening. No, I’m not, but I get it. I’m here for another workshop. But thanks!”
Few minutes later I walked into the building and was again greeted heartily, “Hi! I’m Jill, Welcome!”
I said “Hello, I’m Jackie and I’m actually headed to a different meeting, but thanks.”
So the AA meeting was happening on one floor and just above it, the Slow Spirits workshop. Irony, defined.
While we tasted libations sustainably produced, sipped artisanal cocktails and shared stories of drinking, I thought about the other meeting. One guy in our class even shared a bit too much and left in embarassment, perhaps he found the other meeting. At least they were nice, unlike the jerk in Slow Spirits who felt compelled to make a joke at the expense of the learned if lubricated participant in our class.
Way to build community, dude.
More soon on the whole weekend – including some pretty funny moments in and outside of the Slow Food events.