Tag: clandestino

On the prowl, but in a friendly way

One of the oft-discussed topics at the Minglers is how to meet people once you exit through the gates of dormitories, activity clubs, cafeterias, and homecoming dances and into the sphere of rent checks, 401(k)s, and TPS reports, and I’ve noticed the subject come up in various scenarios as of late.  A recently-made acquaintance has Read more…

Saya? Saya??? Saya????

I’ve always prided myself on leading an active life, filled with classes [improv, guitar, salsa, yoga, writing] and activities [Pecha Kucha, Second Story, Clandestino, Second Friday Art Walks, Chicago Cares, Boston College Chicago alumni group, bike groups], cultivating old friendships and forming new friendships.  I often find myself coordinator,  due to my Type-A, only-child personality Read more…

Strangers inhaling goodness in my yard

Partnered up for another underground supper club collaboration, this one with Chef Efrain of Clandestino, following our collaboration in December.  Fifty-six guests classily stuffed their faces in my yard,  accompanied by acoustic guitar and flowing glasses of wine and wine wisdom.  Thank goodness the rain stayed away, it turned out to be a perfect night.  Read more…

Just another Tuesday evening…

When your day ends with a stranger telling you, “I like listening to you talk,” your life is pretty charmed.  And weird. Had another collaborative event last night at my place.  Paired up with City Provisions, an organization that has its fingers dipped in many things, from catering to supper clubs to farm dinners [they Read more…

40 strangers + adorable kids and giving adults + 37 strangers = ahhhh.

What a weekend! Friday night I had the biggest Mingler to date, with forty guests.  Some newbies, some repeaters, all interesting and with such different backgrounds!  They heard about the Minglers through ABC’s 190 North,  TimeOut Magazine, Boston College friends of mine,  guitar class, an arts organization I work with, and my current favorite “How’d Read more…

Doing things solo

A few years ago, I was at Carol’s Pub every Thursday from May through August for karaoke.  I started to notice a handful of solo-regulars.  There was the Librarian, long blond ponytail hair, thick glasses, conservative teacher clothes, who’d sit quietly thumbing through the song books until she found a tune she liked.  She’d whisper Read more…