A place where everybody knows your name
Last night we headed to Swirl – a place literally where everyone knows your name – for a town that can sometimes seem so incestuous, so claustrophobic, so stifling, here you delight in the opposite – showing up at our town hall on Friday nights – Swirl – and seeing many groupings of friends and acquaintances, past love interests gone awry or unfulfilled – there’s even a new dog on the scene, Taylor’s successor is Sangi, an adorable mix puppy with bandit markings – what’s interesting about an evening like last night is having this place – a place you can walk to from your house on a Friday night – select a glass of champagne, taste new wines, or simply grab a beer – people spill out into the streets – so you start with one group: say the Turks and you listen to a beautiful Turkish woman sing (she’s the second runner up to the Turkish Idol), then you segue to another group to chit chat about Russia and Georgia (and discover this Georgian was actually at your house for a party last year), shuffle over to a group of familiar faces and catch up on the latest gossip, goals and goings on, and then simply stand back for a second to watch all of the moving parts swirling harmoniously in and an around.
On a good night you will be entertained with a dose or more of drama, welcomed with warm hugs and cheek to cheek kisses, learn one thing you didn’t know before (how to say fuck in Russian, sailor style), and then you need walk only ten paces to fall into your own bed. How great is that?