Last Saturday night the gay employee group from my company held its post-holiday holiday party at a north Minneapolis bowling alley. (There's really no way to make that sound chic, but that really isn't the point of my story.) The company paid the the lane fees and provided munchies. Drinks were up to us.
Despite the fact that I'm a truly awful bowler (apparently Wii bowling has done nothing to sharpen my skills), I had a great time.
There are nearly 100 members in the GLBT group's email list, but only about fifteen people showed up. I had envisioned a much larger crowd, but I was relieved to have a more intimate gathering. (If one can have an intimate gathering in a cacophonous bowling alley on a Saturday evening.) Apart from a few new faces, I already knew everyone who showed up. Oddly enough, a couple lanes over, there was a guy I knew from my old job, bowling with his wife and kids. He didn't appear to recognize me, though.
I really enjoyed having a chance to chat in a non-work setting with the people I've met in the monthly GLBT meetings. I may also have found a tennis partner for the spring--a much nicer chap than the assorted weirdos I've met in the company tennis league.
Despite being a little nervous before we headed to the party, Darren enjoyed the evening too, (at least in part because my bowling score was even lower than his).
Chalk up another great experience, courtesy of the new job. It has been a ver good six months.
Maybe next time we bowl, I'll even break 100...