Despite me being fairly confident with people over the last 15 years (Before "creating stuff" I used to do what I hated and hated what I did) I've always had trouble with the idea of relaxing. I've always had the idea that sitting in pubs, drinking beer and chatting, was an escape, a diversion from the worthy cause. Not any more.
It all depends on where you are sitting, what you are drinking and who you're chatting with.
I had the pleasure of having an afternoon with a few industry buddies friday afternoon in SF. We arrived early, drank enthusiasically, chatted/convinced/cajoled/fought/laughed and cried, generally putting the world to rights. On its own, a fairly ordinary night in the pub This was San Fransisco tho... So..... we were dressed as Pirates (Hats, ear rings, hooks, guns and crucially, communially draped in a flag) We we're sat around Pier 43. The weather/temperature was "womb-like". Around 200 people passed us (AArrgg Mi Harties!). 30 Bikers (replete with harleys, leather and "chicks") drove into town (AArrgg Mi Harties!). It was great. We had the mix of personalities, the ideas, the energy, the will, and the desire to have a bloody good time, and we had it.
To the band of merry pirates : I salute you.
Highlights of the day for me were;
Craig climbing on the fire engine "Prepare to repel boarders"
Running halfway down the block, pretending to rob a strangers' phone when she asked "Could you take a photograph of us?"
Uncle Tony, well out of his comfort zone but just couldn't leave because it was so much fun.
The many strangers that passed, Darwin knew they would smile/laugh and shout "AArrgg Mi Harties!" but still...
Craig, climbling and thusly claiming, the high rise carpark opposite the bar, "Pirate Property"
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Arrr Mi Harties
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