So about a week ago, I hosted my first Story Shuffle at my apartment. For those of you unfamiliar with Story Shuffle (likely most of you, since this is a new Philly thing invented by one of my buddies), it’s a bi-monthly story telling party. The premise is simple. A group of friends get together, share personal stories, and then those stories get podcasted out to the Internets for the world to hear.
The event went well. I made meatball parm and sausage & peppers sandwiches for everyone who attended, and my pal Mikey brought a heaping amount of Chic Fil A. I even managed to get my pal Chris Illuminati out for the evening. We’ve been friends online for nearly… two, maybe three years, and this is the first time we’ve met. It was an epic event. Seriously. When we shook hands, this happened.
As for my story, I told the tale of my first day in Philadelphia, when my buddy Miguel drove me to my horrible first apartment in West Philadelphia. I wanted to reinvent myself when I moved here. New clothes, new outlook. Be less judgmental, kinder, less sarcastic. As you all know, that never happened. Because you can’t really change who you are, especially when on your first day in a new city, you almost get stabbed in a Chinese food restaurant for not hugging someone.
Seriously.
Give it a listen, have a laugh. Be warned, I swear a little. Might not be safe for work unless you have headphones. And here are some poorly taken photos from my iPhone.
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You should hold one of these events around the dessert table on a Connor family holiday.