🪩 The After Party • Jan Salon Recap
On professionalizing fun and how it feels to push the pedals
On Friday in New York, there was plodding rain and the kind of stagnant, grey cloud cover that seems to creep closer every time you look away. In other words, it was a day in the lost stretch of time that is every day between January 2nd and April 1st, and I was twitching in my little desk chair, watching for names to appear in the attendees panel on zoom.
I had no way to know who would show up — would it be one person, would it be 100? Would it only be people I knew, joining to save me from waiting alone in an empty room? Would it be a group of complete strangers, skeptical and itchy about the whole idea in the first place? Would the whole thing fall as flat as Jo Koy’s jokes at the Golden Globes?? After all, intimate conversations held on zoom have a tendency towards spectacular deaths. There’s not even a two-drink minimum and you can’t sneak out the back door!
So a massive thanks for coming and shor…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to On Purpose to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.