Just got home from the MacDowell Fellows Reunion party held at Little Airplane in South Street Seaport. Now, I have to admit going in, I was just as apprehensive as I would be walking into any gathering of folks, particularly creative types in New York City. Let's face it, gatherings that pass as "parties" are often anything but fun. Even moreso on the West Coast. (sorry Hollywood pals, but you know what I mean)
Imagine my surprise when moments after reaching the top of the entry staricase, I was greeted by a warm familiar face and a big loving hug from my friends Quito and Honor. As much as I enjoyed reconnecting with some of the fellows who were at MacDowell last December when I was, I'm especially tickled by the odd conversations I found myself in with people I'd never met before. And it left me wondering why. Specifically what was it about this gathering that made it so friendly and inviting and the conversation flow so naturatlly? I honestly can't remember another time when I had such fun at a party populated largely by strangers.
Here are some theories off the top of my head. And I'm wondering if any of them make sense to any of you in the light of day (tomorrow) when I imagine most of you will be reading this.
The MacDowell Fellows Reunion Party was a blast because:
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