So New: In Which I Meet Twitter Friends at The Wellington (15 of 90)
Throughout the past few months, I’ve met a random assortment of people through the magic of the Internet and networking.
I’m actually quite comfortable in cyberspace. Twenty-six years online will do that. (Great gobs! That’s a lot of years.)
It’s one of the main ways I find new friends and make new acquaintances as I move through life. So tonight was fun for me: I had the chance to bring together three of the folks I’ve met at a great little place called the Wellington Pub down in Broad Ripple.
Actually, this all started two weeks ago when I first met my now early morning running/workout partner. We’d been exchanging comments through the Daily Mile for a few months as she and her husband relocated to the area and I was touring Europe. After our first run, I felt like she needed to meet two other women I’d encountered.
The first runs a public relations firm in Indianapolis (she’s hired/worked with some of my former students) and the second was a co-worker of some folks I followed on Twitter (although we’d never actually met). I could give you all kinds of reasons why I thought they should meet, but it basically boils down to this: they seemed to have similar backgrounds.
I tweeted that the four of us needed to get together and within minutes, they’d agreed. A week later, we’re strangers no more sitting at The Wellington.
The Wellington Pub itself was very cool, yet another European-styled pub in the City. It was smoke-y, which isn’t great, but the atmosphere is so cool that it’s easy to get past during happy hour (although I’ll bet it’s intolerable when it’s crowded.
Regardless, the four of us laughed and chatted for nearly 2 1/2 hours.
One of the great wonders of the modern, socially-networked era is that you can – without too much effort – find people who share similar interests and dispositions. I wasn’t sure how the night would turn out, but I knew each of my friends to be warm and interesting. That’s enough for me. I figure the rest works itself out.
(Read my Yelp review of the Wellington Pub here.)