I always enjoy sitting at a bar or community table and chatting with people. It is far preferable to me than keeping my nose down looking at my iPhone. Even when we would go out together (in the former married life), I would chat with bartenders or people next to me just to meet them and find out their story.
Last year I read a book by Brian Grazer called A Curious Mind: The Secret to a Bigger Life, which really resonated with me as it spoke to the idea that if you are curious you are lead on different paths merely by wondering. Rather than setting your heart on where you are going, you just keep following where the curiosity takes you.
I figure there are options, you can either think you know everything or wonder what you may not know. I prefer to wonder and ask questions.
When we arrived in Phoenix, I knew one person, my then husband’s best friend’s wife. It became important to connect with people, so I would chat with people at the local cafe or take myself out to lunch and sit next to someone. A friend walked up to me to say hello this spring as I was chatting with two people and he asked, “who are your friends?” I responded, “Oh, we just met and I forgot to ask their names…”
A few months before I had gone to brunch with two friends and they asked each other how they knew me. They both chuckled when they realized they had both met me by sitting next to me somewhere. It has become sort of a running joke about how people met me.
Since I am now living alone, I try to eat out a few times a week to enjoy conversations. While in San Diego, I have been going out in the evening. I went out with my amazing wing woman two nights early in the trip, but she could not stay when I decided to stay in town longer.
Last night I decided to head into the Village and enjoy a cocktail at La Valencia as I had never enjoyed a cocktail there. When I first arrived, there was nobody sitting at the bar. Then one couple showed up and we chatted. Then another couple showed up and we chatted and really hit it off. They invited me to join them for dinner.
First I said no, however after we chatted for nearly another hour I decided that I was in fact hungry. They were headed to George’s where I had also not eaten.
We shared several yummy dishes and then finished off the evening with a nightcap at the bar where my new Memphis friends taught me more about bourbon and whiskey. The best one was the pillowy one, so I will have to ask them for the name.