A First

So after the weekly discussion, some of us head off for dinner and, later, decide to have drinks too.

One in the dinner group brought us to this tiny drinking hole with live music and strong drinks (which were stronger thanks to personal connections with connections with said drinking hole's servers and owner, I think). Which led to my first experience of a beautiful combination of alcohol, live music, and the sharing of poetry.

I think it was amazing. I read their works and I thought they were good. I shared one of mine (but I was embarrassed — almost ashamed — at how poor mine was in comparison).

Still, it made me wish I still scribble.

And what a gorgeous moment that was.