The Meetup Project

Placing myself in weird situations for 30 solid days via Meetup.com groups.

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Here's What Happens When You Go To A Different Meetup Every Day For A Month

I was feeling stuck, so I decided to let Meetup.com take over my life for 30 days. It definitely made things more interesting.

Sharing this link is only delayed by about...oh, three months, but better late than never, right? 

So happy to have shared my story on BuzzFeed!!

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Day 31: Reflections & Final Thoughts

I did it! I completed my goal of attending 30 different Meetup groups for 30 days—can you believe it?! Me either. But here I am in one piece, mostly unscathed and free of emotional damage (aside from some lingering PTSD from that hour of improv…).

But in all seriousness, I feel incredible….and like I’ve gone through some kind of time warp. I don't think 30 days have ever passed more quickly than the Meetup ones did! The goal of this project was to rescue myself from monotony, and I can honestly say I feel like it’s been a pretty damn successful mission. After all, how can life possibly be boring when you’re swing dancing on rooftops, winning wand duels and doing semi-illicit things in grocery stores?

The general outpouring of enthusiasm has been fantastic. Friends, family, people I hadn’t spoken to in years, total strangers, even Meetup staff members (!!)—you were all so excited for this project, which in turn made me so excited. Thank you! Some of you even liked the project so much you hilariously suggested I do it for another 30 days (ha, ha, no). I had so much fun that I’d be up for the challenge again (maybe in a new city?!), but first let me restock my refrigerator and do some laundry. And, you know, sleep. 

And even though I’m finished with this project, I’m definitely not finished with Meetups—not even close. I’ve connected with some genuinely cool people, and found a few groups I’ll be returning to (I’m going to one tomorrow, in fact!)

The Meetup Project was unlike anything I’ve undertaken before, so I have a lot more to say about it. Keep an eye out for a more in-depth article that explores my feelings on the whole experience (SO MANY FEELINGS!), but for now, here's a quick wrap up of some of the highlights of the last 30 days.

Favorite new skill: Knowing how to completely immobilize a man by jabbing him in the throat. And the eyes. And lots of places.

Biggest challenge in this project: Scheduling. Working 40 hours a week and trying to select and plan a good assortment of Meetups was pretty tough. Some days were gold mines, while other days I had to really search for interesting events. And some days I simply had to attend what was available given my schedule, like that essential oils workshop in a stranger’s home.

Greatest fantasy fulfilled: You might think this would be frolicking with dozens of mini horses on the beach, but that was never a fantasy because it didn’t occur to me that something so magical was even possible. The Mini horse Meetup is in an entirely different category that I still haven’t figured out what to name. So the greatest fantasy fulfilled was being surrounded by as many Airedale Terriers as possible. But sadly, like most fantasies, it ended up being more awkward than cool. Mainly because I showed up to a dog Meetup without a dog. Who knew that would be so weird, right?

Favorite location: Skateworld, hands down. I felt like I had entered into an alternate universe where old men with light-up roller skates reigned supreme.

Meetup that had the biggest impact on me: The Bee Documentary Meetup. Everything went awry, but four strangers came together, connected, and had a wonderful time. I had the epiphany that most strangers will not look at you like a mutant if you walk up to them and strike up a conversation. In fact, they can even be super friendly and lovely. 

Biggest regret: Not smuggling a miniature horse into my car and driving off into the sunset, obviously.

Meetup where I felt most at ease: Surrounded by fellow female travelers and expats at the Girl Gone International Meetup. So much fun!

Meetup I most wanted to attend but couldn't: A “Goat 101” workshop, which evidently talked all about the benefits of raising goats and how to do it. Not that I’m thinking of purchasing a goat, but I just wanted to attend to see the goats they had on site for demonstration. I am an avid follower of the Goats of Anarchy Instagram account, and have developed a bit of an obsession. Goats, miniature horses....maybe I should just quit life and start a farm.

Thing I felt the most uncomfortable doing: Miming what it’s like to play a flute to an audience during improv, or trying in vain to salsa dance. Struggle city for sure.

Greatest lesson(s) learned:

1.  My fears are silly, and they are almost never realized.

2.  No matter how different a group of people is, it’s still possible to connect on some level (and sometimes many levels!). And I just really love that.

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Day 30: Speed Dating

The setup: A speed dating Meetup group hosted an event for ages 25-39 at the Comedy Palace.  Why I chose this event: I figured there was no better way to commemorate my 30 days of Meetup craziness than with one final "WTF event," because trust me, I would never, ever pay $30 to attend a speed dating event at the Comedy Palace under normal circumstances. 

How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Mostly regret—so much regret. Why did I talk myself into this? I was cringing as I drove up. Cringing as I parked. Cringing as I walked through the door and sat in the bar/holding area filled with other nervous individuals dressed far too nicely to be in this venue. The general vibe: So, so dire. With an interior that looks like a funeral parlor from the 80s and a winning location in a strip mall, the Comedy Palace really is the worst possible venue for speed dating, or any event that seeks to inspire romance (or at the very least, poor, alcohol-fueled choices). The speed daters hung out in the bar area while waiting for the organizer to summon us to some back room that was even darker and dingier. Was I getting ready to go speed dating or sell an organ on the black market? It was hard to tell. 

The organizer, who looked like he didn't want to be there any more than I did, explained that we had five minutes to talk with our partner (men rotated around the room, women stayed seated), at which point a bell would ring and the next chatting session would begin. We were given a piece of paper with a list of ordered names and were instructed to circle "yes" or "no" after talking with someone, and were encouraged to take notes. Then, after the event, we had to log in on their website and enter our selections. If we matched with anyone, we would receive an email notification.

My first "date" was with a really outgoing German guy who looked like Heath Ledger, so things were off to a pretty good start. I'm not a shy person and have no problem talking to strangers (especially after doing it extensively for nearly a full month), so I wasn't at all nervous. But sadly it was all downhill after Heath. The little bell rang and guy #2 took his seat and began going into full-blown interview mode with me, firing question after question and offering no real commentary. 

By the end of the event, I was very tired of talking about how long I have lived in San Diego and what I do for work. One guy asked me what I am looking for in my ideal partner, though, which was far worse than answering mundane questions about my job. Another guy looked so sullen and miserable when he sat down at my table that I wanted to shake him and be like, "Suck it up, buddy. I'm pretty sure we all hate ourselves on some level for coming here—YOU'RE NOT SPECIAL."

It's been a day and a half since the event, and I have not matched with anyone (and by "anyone" I mean German Heath Ledger, because his name was the only one I ended up selecting on the website).  

High Point: Sharing a few laughs with a girl who also showed up by herself. She even ended up going out in North Park with me and a few friends afterwards. Yay for new friends! Low point: Paying $9 for a Corona. Wasn't simply being there punishment enough? Quote of the event: "I like American girls."—One of the first things a Chinese exchange student said to me after sitting down at my table after the event had already ended and most everyone had left. He wanted to get his five minutes with me because he showed up late or something and missed out on half of the dates. Then he asked me if I liked Asian men. Oh, and there was no one around to ring the bell at the 5 minute mark. 

How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: So ready to go hang out with friends and relay all the best one-liners to them. Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: My new friend told me that the first question German Heath Ledger asked her was "What kind of vegetable do you want to be?" So maybe I dodged a bullet?

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Day 29: Taboo Game Night

The setup: A board game Meetup group hosted a Taboo tournament at The Tilted Kilt downtown. Remember Taboo? That word guessing game from the 80's? Yeah, me either. Why I chose this event: It sounded fun, but it was actually my second choice. My first choice had been a meditation healing circle at someone's house in Ocean Beach, but they put me on the waiting list (umm...hello, I need to be healed just like everyone else!), so board game night it was. How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: A little...nostalgic? Proud? As I walked through the doors of the restaurant, I realized it was only the second-to-the-last time I would do something like this for this blog, and that I had survived nearly an entire month of Meetups. Someone pass a tissue, please. The general vibe: Like taking part in a board game tournament in the Irish version of Hooters (I had never been to this restaurant before and didn't realize the waitresses wore minimal clothing). And actually, the restaurant describes itself as "Scottish, Irish and English," so, you know, it was a very culturally enlightening experience. 

A large number of people showed up, and there was a good energy floating around. I was sorted into a team that ended up being pretty eclectic: an older gentleman, who, bless his heart, had to squint to read the Taboo cards; a Korean guy from Seoul (yay!) who had just moved to the U.S. two years ago for school; and a somewhat soft-spoken guy around my age. And me, of course—the girl who likes to frantically describe words in metaphors that no one understands. So, clearly we were the dream team. 

I am also probably one of the least competitive people you'll ever meet, so I just don't understand those individuals who treat board games like a matter of life or death. It never fails; there's always that one person who is, like, cheering at an unreasonable volume, or berating their teammates for mistakes, or heckling other teams for making vague hand gestures while trying to describe a word. DUDE, IT'S JUST TABOO. AND I LIKE TO TALK WITH MY HANDS, OKAY?

Unfortunately, I think my other team members weren't competitive either, which is probably why we didn't win a single round all night.

High Point: When our team was awarded ribbons for coming in DFL. I wore my blue ribbon with pride.

Low point: When a giant cockroach scurried out from the dark corner of a nearby booth in the restaurant I had just eaten at. Excuse me while I vomit. Quote of the event: "This guy gets me inebriated!"—A member of another team trying to describe their word, to which their teammate shouted out, "Jack Daniel's!" How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Will I remember where I parked my car? Or am I going to wander around for 15 minutes like last time? Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: I wandered around for 15 minutes like last time. Oh, and I did it while still wearing my name tag. 

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Day 28: African Drum Circle Jam Sesh

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The setup: A guy who owns his own drum studio hosts lessons for beginners every so often and only charges $5. Why I chose this event: I've been working from home a lot lately and feeling really stifled and antsy, and beating a drum with my bare hands for an hour seemed like it could help.  How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Completely unfazed that I was heading into a stranger's basement for a drum circle. I had 27 days of Meetups behind me, and I felt like a warrior. The general vibe: Much more structured than I had anticipated, which was probably for the best as I have zero experience playing any kind of drum. The basement was far from creepy; it had hardwood floors and was brightly lit, and naturally there were lots of drums everywhere. Our group consisted of about six people, all ages, and all complete beginners. The instructor taught us how to hit the drum properly to form different tones, then went through a few basic beats that we all practiced together. High Point: When we all just freestyled at the end of class and each played our own beat that kind of worked with everyone else's. One person started off, then we went around the circle joining in with our own rhythm. I went a little crazy and beat the hell out of my drum and it felt awesome (never mind that a few of my knuckles are swollen today and it hurts to move my right hand—kind of like the time I unleashed myself on a punching bag held by a massive Russian dude). Low point: Physically hurting from standing with what felt like a 50 pound drum hanging from my neck for an hour. I was given a full-sized bad boy that was practically as tall as I was, so I knew I would probably ache like an old woman the next day (and I do). Drum circles are serious business. Quote of the event: "That was f***ing beautiful"—The instructor, after we did our freestyle bit. How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Like I felt that I sounded pretty good, but in reality, I probably sounded like this. Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: So now along with re-learning how to roller skate, buying a mini horse, and taking swing dance lessons, I also need to purchase a small African drum.

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Day 27: Evening Hike Up Cowles Mountain

The setup: One of the dozen or so hiking Meetup groups I’ve joined goes hiking up Cowles Mountain every Wednesday. Why I chose this event: Hiking was the mellow choice compared to some of the other Meetups happening Tuesday evening (orgasm/sexuality group workshop, polyamorous/kink social club, etc.). I know I said I was going to pull out all the stops, and I did consider the blogging gold those kinds of Meetups would yield, but guys—sitting in a circle with a bunch of (likely) older dudes and discussing the mysteries of the clitoris is just a whole other level I don’t think I’ll ever be ready for. #ICantEven. Also, I adore hiking, even if it’s just hiking up dusty, overcrowded Cowles Mountain in East County. Plus I really need to start working out on a regular basis again, and hiking never feels like a chore. 

How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Looking forward to stretching my legs and getting a good workout in!

The general vibe: Like I was hiking with a few acquaintances and not strangers. It was a small, cohesive group (about 10 people), and they were all very friendly. I chatted with one woman about her recent trip to Havasupai Falls in the Grand Canyon, which gave me seriously itchy feet since I’ve been dying to do that hike for months.

In general, it was great to just be out in nature. The temperature was perfect, the sky began to turn that dusky shade of pink at the horizon, and the air smelled of sage.

High Point: Not feeing nearly as out of shape as I thought I would. I was actually in the front part of the group leading the hike, and didn’t lag at all or feel like I needed to stop and rest every five minutes. 

Low point: Bringing a banana along as my treat for the summit, which actually sounded terrible when I was hot and parched. Quote of the event: "Thou shalt clip your toenails!”—One of the group members giving advice on what to do for long hikes. How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Like I had been mentally reset and was ready for the rest of the week. 

Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: Every time I have to drive 20-30 minutes to go hiking in San Diego I start to feel really nostalgic for Seoul, where mountains can be found smack dab in the middle of the city. My apartment was only a 15-minute walk from Namsan, so I could easily disappear into the woods before work and feel miles away from the city, even though I was in its geographic center.

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Day 26: Swing Dance Lessons at the Library

The setup: A dance studio offered to give free swing dance lessons on the 9th story of the downtown library. If that sounds weird, it's probably because you haven't seen San Diego's downtown library. The 9th story is a roof/patio area that features beautiful, modern architecture, a lovely view, and even a small art museum. Why I chose this event: This was originally intended to be my "WTF event" for the week (because we all know salsa lessons went so well), but then I realized this is the last week of my project. So you know what? It's time to pull out all the stops and go to as many "WTF events" as I can find. #Yolo How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Not sure if I was overdressed or undressed for swing dancing on the roof of a public library. I had a vague feeling I should probably wear a dress of some sort, as that seems appropriate when twirling (god help me) or doing whatever else is required for swing dancing.  The general vibe: Energetic. There was a hugely diverse group of people, and they all seemed very excited to be there. I showed up a few minutes late, so everyone had already been split into two big lines and were practicing basic steps in unison, with the instructors in the middle giving directions. I lined up in the back with a few other stragglers and just started copying the people in front of me; it was surprisingly easy! 

Then we formed a huge circle that allowed the women to rotate to a new partner every minute or so. We practiced the basic moves and learned a little twirly thing that I butchered almost the entire time but still had a lot of fun doing. I absolutely adore swing music—even more after my trip to New Orleans!—and felt like I could really get into this whole thing. The lesson eventually ended and the rooftop became just a regular ol' dance hall full of couples shimmying away to great jazz music. High Point: Getting to dance with so many adorable old men—most of whom really knew their swing moves and made fantastic partners. Low point: Having to touch the sweaty hands of about 20 different people. Quote of the event: "Ah, you must be a pro then, hm? You've got your dancing shoes on."—An older gentleman commenting on my espadrilles. I had him fooled until I started moving. How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Like I actually wanted to take swing lessons! It would be amazing to know the moves well enough to not stare at the ground the whole time be able to just kind of feel the music and let loose.

Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: I can't believe that at one point people used to dance like this exclusively. It makes what we do in clubs seem totally primitive. 

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Day 25: MINIATURE HORSE MEETUP!!!

The setup: The Southern California Miniature Horse Meetup in conjunction with the SoCal Mini Horse Sanctuary hosted a party and potluck on Fiesta Island so the horses could take a dip in the bay. Who knew mini horses liked to swim? Other than being outrageously adorable, I didn't know much about the little guys before the event. 

Why I chose this event: I mean....is it really necessary to explain? According to the group's Facebook page, 30-plus mini horses had RSVP'ed, plus at least one min donkey and several corgis. It would be ludicrous not to go.   How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Practically vibrating with excitement. I think I had only seen one or two mini horses in one place prior to that, and I couldn't even wrap my mind around the image of a whole beach full of them. Since I regrettably do not own a mini horse, I stopped by the grocery store to buy some watermelon (for the humans) and carrots and sugar cubes (for the minis) so I wouldn't just look like a party crasher. When my mom found out I was going, she basically demanded I take her along, as she loves all horses. 

The general vibe: Fiesta Island had been transformed from a dingy strip of beach where people typically drink 30-packs of Coors and camp in trailers to a magical place where mini horses of all shapes, sizes and colors frolicked about in the sand and splashed around in the water; mini horses as far as the eye could see! While it’s hard to tell from my photos, there were tons and tons of them spread out along the whole side of the island we were on. Amazing! 

Determined not to look like a lurker, I sought out someone in charge and explained my lack of an actual mini horse, but my desire to take part in the festivities. If they had turned me away at that point I think I might have actually died, but luckily mini horse owners are some of the nicest people you will ever meet (which makes sense because how could you not be happy all the time with one of those stumpy little creatures around?). Not only did they let me and my mom hang around and eat their food and watch all the fun, but they even let us take the minis into the bay and for a romp down the beach. Oh, you don't own a miniature horse? No problem, just borrow one of ours. Yeah, it was pretty much like that. 

I met all different mini horses, but my favorites were Sparky, Huckleberry, Little Dude, and Jigglypuff (aka Jiggy the Mini, who has his own Facebook page). 

Had to take a selfie with Little Dude

And of course I also loved the miniature donkey, Jack, who definitely did not want to go swimming. 

You fancy

Here are some fast facts about minis, if you’re curious:

—They have to be under 38 inches to be considered a true mini horse.

—They differ from ponies in that their bodies are proportionate, just small, while ponies are typically short and squat (and can be grouchy).

—They can be trained to do all sorts of things, and I even met two therapy minis that would go to nursing homes. THERAPY. MINI. HORSES. 

—They like watermelon.

—They are completely indifferent to having a corgi in a life vest ride on their backs

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Even the lifeguards wanted photos of the minis

High Point: I really can’t decide if it was when the corgi rode the mini or when I got to frolic down the beach with Sparky

A video posted by Jenna (@jennadd4) on Aug 3, 2015 at 10:43pm PDT

Low point: Having to leave? Probably that and not winning this shirt in the raffle

Quote of the event: “This is one of those memories that when I’m an old lady I’ll sit in my rocking chair and relive.”—My mom, being completely serious. 

How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Why can’t every Sunday be filled with sun and surf and mini horses?? Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: Mom and Dad, my 30th birthday is coming up, so....mini horse? Also, I’m just going to leave you with this little bit of nonsense, in which I couldn’t look any happier or more ridiculous as I prance down the beach with my borrowed mini. #happyplace

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Day 24: Harry Potter Day 2015

The setup: Because Harry Potter's birthday is July 31st, a group called "Geek Girls of San Diego" hosted their annual Harry Potter Day celebration. It was an all-day event, but I showed up around 6 p.m. because I had been with my out of town friends all day. Why I chose this event: Because when else am I going to partake in a Harry Potter celebration with a bunch of strangers? I had promised myself no more Meetups in random people's houses, but after looking at the itinerary, I felt it was too good to pass up.

How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: A little nervous about the Wizard's Duel. Before heading over I scavenged around in my backyard for a wand-sized twig so I would be properly prepared. I mean, it didn't have a phoenix feather core, but it looked decently legit. 

The general vibe: Serious Harry Potter fans only. The first thing the woman who answered the door said to me was, "Oh good! You're just in time for the duel!" Before ushering me to the backyard, she quickly had me draw my house name from a cauldron (I missed the sorting ceremony). I drew Slytherin and joined my fellow evil witches and wizards to prepare for the duel. 

As someone else explained the rules, I started to get a little nervous. We had to shout a spell at our opponent, and I could not remember a single spell. I like Harry Potter as much as the next person, but the last time I read any of the books was probably a good five or six years ago. As the host continued to explain the game, I frantically racked my brain, trying to remember any spell. I thought leviticus sounded right, until I realized that, nope—that's a book of the bible. Thankfully it was made clear that we could repeat spells, so I just yelled “Crucio!” like the person before me and ended up winning a point for our team. Go Slytherin! Sadly the wizard's duel was the last event of the evening, but we did all hang around for about another hour and eat dinner together (someone made chili and cheddar cheese biscuits that were delicious). We then we took turns snapping photos in a photo booth area with various HP props. Then I departed via the Hogwarts Express drove home. 

High Point: Being able to convince everyone (I think?) that I shared their enthusiasm about all things Harry Potter, and even threw out the fact that my reporter friend interviewed Daniel Radcliffe not long ago, hoping it would make me cool by association.

Low point: Having to make a golden snitch in order to earn points for my house. Most of the good materials were gone by the time I hit up the craft table, so I had to use duct tape for the wings, which did nothing to improve on my already questionable crafting skills.   Quote of the event: "Does anyone have any interest in starting a Quidditch team?"—Someone at the party. Because there are actual Quidditch leagues, apparently. How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Wishing I had been able to bring my little sister, who is a huge Harry Potter fan. I feel like she would have impressed everyone with her knowledge of random HP trivia. Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: Must step up my wand game for next time.

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Day 23: Jamming Out to Live Music

The setup: A group that attends live rock shows together met at Bar Pink to check out a local band. Why I chose this event: Mostly out of convenience. My best friend, who I met while teaching in Korea, was staying with me on Friday night along with her boyfriend. She lives in Copenhagen and I haven't seen her in over year, so this visit was special. I needed something that would work well with our plans. How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Antsy. I just wanted to put in my hour of mingling so I could hang out with my friends and catch up. The organizer of the group had given me her phone number beforehand so I could find her easily in the crowded bar, which was nice. The general vibe: Not exactly awkward, but not really comfortable, either. I spotted the four members sitting in one of the vinyl booths and easily recognized that I was the youngest one by at least 10 years. Not that it really matters, but I just assumed a rock n' roll Meetup would be predominantly younger, especially given the hipster venue in North Park. They made room for me in the booth, then we talked for about 15 minutes while waiting for the band to start. I found out that they are all members of their own rock bands and regularly perform around San Diego. Can I be as cool when I'm in my 40's? #lifegoals

We obviously couldn't continue talking once the band began playing, so we sat there together, occasionally nodding our heads to the music and clapping at the end of songs. The band itself was just OK and ended their set after about 20 minutes. When I finished my very girly, very strong cocktail, I thanked them all for letting me join in for a little while, then found my way back to my friends who had been waiting across the bar. I know, I know. It wasn't an hour. But 30ish minutes of sitting in a booth with a group of strangers in silence and making periodic eye contact over blaring angry girl music definitely felt like an hour. So, that counts, right?

High Point: How welcoming the group was to me. They seemed very sincere.

Low point: When one of the members asked our waitress to take a photo of us in the dark bar, and the flash was one of those blinding beams of light that causes anyone nearby to turn and look at you with utter disgust (and then also go blind). The seven second lag was especially excruciating. 

Quote of the event: "If you played the clarinet with this band it would be great—it would be awesome!"—One of the members after I told him I played the clarinet in high school but always wished I had played "a cool instrument" like the guitar or drums. 

How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Glad I didn't bail on going to something altogether just because I had out of town visitors. 

Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: I'm pretty sure my clarinet playing would have improved the sound of that band, and I haven’t picked up the clarinet in 10 years. 

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Day 22: "WTF" Salsa Dancing in Del Mar

The setup: An international Meetup group decided to hit up free salsa lessons at a swanky country club in Del Mar (which should have been a giant clue that the median age would be 45, but, alas) Why I chose this event: A friend once tried to teach me to salsa dance years ago, and we both ended up laughing hysterically at how uncoordinated I was. The only time I really enjoy dancing of any kind is if it is to DMX or the “YMCA” song in a dark room and I am drunk. In fact, I was dreading trying to learn salsa again—and this time in front of a bunch of people. But....gotta get that "WTF event" in, right? Right. How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Do not want. Do not want. The general vibe: $15 cocktails and lots of women with Botox. Yeah, that kind of vibe. But the group itself—an international Meetup—was pretty varied. As I was walking into the clubhouse, a woman going to there by herself too started talking with me, and we stuck together for a while. She claimed she didn't know how to salsa, but she was Peruvian, so....natural rhythm. 

When the free lessons began, there was practically a stampede to the dance floor, which looked like it could only accommodate about 15 couples comfortably. There must have been about 50 people there. I begrudgingly forced myself onto the floor with my new friend, and we followed the basic step instructions for a while.

Long story short, I realized very quickly that I couldn't do anything other than move in a straight line, forwards and backwards. As soon as it came to moving to the side, or turning, or doing anything, I just sort of shuffled around and waived my hands in the air. I couldn't even see the instructor's feet through the crowd, so it was tough. I eventually retreated to the corner and watched everyone else stumble through the steps. High Point: Spotting an old white dude who might have been less coordinated than me. Low point: Becoming frustrated when I couldn’t do it perfectly on the first try, because I'm me. Quote of the event: "I hear there are a lot of cougars in Del Mar, especially here, so I've been trying to spot them."—Overheard while standing in a corner drinking my glass of wine. How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Really thankful to just be leaving, to be honest. It seems like it can be one day on, one day off with these Meetups, but this was definitely an off day. Luckily the evening ended on a high note when I stopped by my mom's house on my way home and discovered she had bought me two big bags full of groceries because she knew the sad state of my refrigerator.    Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: I’m still as uncoordinated as I was in college, but willing to try again in a smaller group setting. I will master, you, salsa. Or at least get to the point where I don't resemble someone who is having a seizure.

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Day 21: Grownup Playtime at the Bay

The setup: “Grownup playtime” was the phrase used by the group. And no, not that kind of playtime. This group prides itself on helping members "live a more inspired life" and aims to build community, according to their page. This particular event was a "BONDfire" at Mission Bay. Why I chose this event: I am a seasoned bonfire-goer, but a BONDfire? Curiosity piqued. I was also intrigued by the summer camp vibe of the event description. The organizer instructed people to bring their own mugs for tea if they wanted, and while it seemed a little weird, I didn't want to be unprepared when tea time came around. I brought a friend along, and we both brought along our tea mugs.

Guess which one is mine.

How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Ready for some bonding, tea and campfire sing-alongs, god willing. The general vibe: Extremely organized. The event itself wasn't necessarily just a hangout/mingling thing—there were sign up sheets for various game stations (Cards Against Humanity, glow-in-the-dark ultimate Frisbee, and some kind of word game around the bondfire bonfire). 

We arrived too late to get in on the Cards Against Humanity action (really, they were like, "no, the groups have already been established, sorry") but the ultimate Frisbee teams still needed more players, and I was somehow coerced into playing. But I as I started scampering around at random with no idea of what I should be doing, a Frisbee going full speed almost hit me in the jugular, so I just sort of jogged off the field to the snack table. Nope, not even sorry. The organizer jokingly gave me a hard time, to which I responded, "I AM AN OFFICE WORKER—I AM NOT BUILT FOR THIS," and filled my mug with hot chocolate. 

Me and my friend ended up just hanging around the bonfire for the majority of the time and talking with other people, who were all very friendly and open. There were extra glow sticks left over from the Frisbee shenanigans, so I made a snazzy necklace for my friend's dog, Frida, who looked absolutely majestic. 

High Point: Every time me and my friend, also named Jenna, introduced ourselves to others. It never fails—everyone is always really confused for a minute. I love meeting new people with her. #TheJennas

Low point: If I could, I would list my mastery of Cards Against Humanity on my resume, so not getting to play was kind of a bummer. Quote of the event: "I don't know if you guys will think this is funny, but I've always wanted to get a dog and name him 'My Penis,' that way I could be like 'have you seen My Penis?' if I ever lose him."—A group member (hopefully) telling a joke.  How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Seriously considering going to their weekend-long camping/music festival in the desert. The organizer made it a point to mention that there would be face paint. All. Weekend. Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: I ran into two people from two other Meetup groups at this event. In the last week, this kind of thing has started to become a regular occurrence. Am I starting to earn a reputation in the San Diego Meetup community? Also, I feel like something is going right in my life when I end up at events with dogs in glow stick necklaces twice in the same week. 

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Day 20: Beer and Young Professionals Networking

The setup: A networking group for young professionals organized a happy hour at a bar and grill in Pacific Beach. Why I chose this event: The timing was good, and I've been trying to do as much networking as I can lately since I'm on the hunt for a new job. How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: I was tired and just sort of wanted to go home and network on LinkedIn. Alone. Without talking. But I forced my resting bitch face into a smile as I walked through the doors and geared up for at least an hour of mingling. Let's do this. The general vibe: The opposite of the swanky downtown networking Meetup I attended a little while ago. The setting was very casual and relaxed, and even better, all beer on tap was $3.75. I met quite an array of interesting people, and I've connected with a few of them on social media since then. Networking! Yay! High Point: Talking cats with a fellow cat lady. We whipped out our phones and began showing off our respective little kitties. She understood the importance of getting the work talk out of the way so the cat talk could begin. Low point: When a few people I approached and introduced myself to looked at me like I was an alien invading their little circle. You know you came to a business networking event, right people? Quote of the event: "We do need a writer! We really do.....but we can't pay you."—Everyone How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Like my bad, antisocial mood had definitely melted away. It just goes to show once again that sometimes when you feel like being a hermit and not talking to anyone is exactly when you should be doing just that. Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: What about business networking on roller skates? Why has no one thought of that? I hear there’s a legit rink in Kearny Mesa. Also, I did not take a single photo of this event—oops. Dill with it. 

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Day 19: Speed Walking Around Downtown San Diego

The setup: A walking group that meets every week planned a 5-mile walk around the harbor, downtown and Little Italy. Why I chose this event: I'm chained to my laptop almost all day, every day, so I really wanted to get out and about. Ever since my Fitbit band broke I've been slacking on getting my steps in. I thought about joining one of the fitness bootcamps, but then realized I would probably die halfway through since I haven't worked out in months weeks. Walking, though...walking is good. How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Looking forward to seeing more of San Diego by foot! The general vibe: An eclectic mix of new people and regulars, young, old, and everyone in between. There was a great turnout, and everyone was very talkative and friendly. We started by the harbor, then made our way through Seaport Village, downtown, and then Little Italy. I loved walking at different paces and talking with the various members of the group and hearing their stories. Laughter, sunshine, endorphins—a winning combination. High Point: Getting to practice my Italian language skills for a good 20 or so minutes with an Italian woman who is a regular to the group. I'm always so thrilled to find someone who wants to chat with me in Italian and doesn't care that I probably sound like a 3-year-old! Low point: I really can't think of anything even slightly negative about this Meetup! There was no stress, no awkwardness, and no negative vibes. Quote of the event: "You can just as easily fall in love with someone rich as you can someone poor. Marry a rich man, then!"—The Italian woman, giving me her marriage advice. Also, she's going to find me an Italian husband so I can move to Italy and stay there forever. How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Really glad I went. Also, really hungry. I may or may not have gone to Taco Bell and eaten all the calories I just burned off. I can’t even remember the last time I ate Taco Bell prior to that, but the only food currently in my refrigerator is some questionable cheese, a few beers, some old Brussels sprouts and half a carton of eggs. No time—NO TIME!  Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: We stumbled upon some sort of Dr. Seuss themed party at the Convention Center and saw about 100 or so people dressed up as various Dr. Seuss characters. 

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Awww, thank you! <3

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Day 18: Sunday Funday in the Park

The setup: An urban bike and social Meetup group planned a picnic in the park with drinks and games. Why I chose this event: Because I did not plan ahead and this was the best sounding option out of the bunch by the time I was scrolling through the Meetup calendar at noon (other options included a sexual healing meditation, a mommy and me play date, and some coding Meetup). Besides, I love picnics. I will rarely turn down a picnic on a sunny day. My roommate told me I could borrow her bike, so I decided to ride it there so I could be like, "Hey, look at me, I fit in because I ride a fancy bike," but I literally couldn't figure out how to lower the seat. So I drove. How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: Like I didn't deserve to be going any sort of bike Meetup if I couldn't even lower a freaking bike seat. As I made my way across the park to what I assumed was the Meetup group (as the only other gathering of people was a bunch of middle-aged men playing volleyball) I started feeling incredibly awkward. Everyone was lounging on picnic blankets and relaxing, and about half of them turned to watch as I approached from across the other side of the grass. I felt exactly like someone who who walks up to a random picnic between close friends and asks to join in. Ugh. I considered running away and drinking my six pack of beer alone under a nearby tree. Why did I start this stupid project? What is the point of this anyway? Am I really going to grow as a person? This is bull&*%$. But I put one foot in front of the other and kept going. The general vibe: A little strange at first because everyone already seemed to know each other, which only made me feel more like a picnic crasher, but they were all so nice that it didn't matter after long. Also, I am instantly impressed by people who remember names without having to ask a second time. This entire group was on their name game. We all hung out and talked for a little while, and then played some recreational sports. Yes, yes, we'll get to how much I hated the latter in a minute. High Point: When a dog of one the members decided he would just sit on my lap the whole time and cuddle. Low point: Being coerced into playing volleyball. I am terrible at volleyball, and having to play it just gives me flashbacks to volleyball week in high school gym class when I made our team consistently lose. This group wasn't at all serious about the game, but they could at least hit the ball over the net. Meanwhile, there's me, flailing about and trying to avoid the ball at all costs. Why couldn't we have just played badminton? I can do badminton. Quote of the event: "Let's play wiffle ball!"—Someone in the group, as I died a little inside. How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Immensely better than when I had arrived. It wasn't so bad, and I actually enjoyed talking with everyone. They were very normal, down-to-earth people. Now I just need to get a bike so I can go riding with them. Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: For the record, the bike seat can't actually be lowered. Upon further inspection later in the day, I determined the seat was as low as it could go. So I regained my dignity, but lost it again when I realized I probably just need a children's bike. #HandlebarRibbons

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Day 17: Doggie Beach Bonfire

The setup: A 20's and 30's dog owners group organized a bonfire hangout on Fiesta Island. Why I chose this event: If you didn't already pick up on it, I'm sort of a dog creeper, and I also love bonfires, so it was kind of the perfect combination. Plus almost 100 people RSVP'd to this event, so I knew that even if the vast majority of them flaked out, there was still a guarantee I wouldn't find myself on the beach at night with just one other person and their dog. 

How I was feeling before heading to the Meetup event: My aunt let me borrow her dog for the occasion so I would blend in, so I was ready to show my date a fun night out on the town beach. 

Everyone, meet Louie

The general vibe: Doggie paradise! About 30-40 people showed up, which meant there were a lot of dogs running around having a blast. I kept Louie on his leash the whole time because I was terrified of losing him in the dark, but he still enjoyed scavenging for food in the sand mingling with the other pups. The event itself was also wonderfully organized, too, with tables full of food and beverages everyone had brought, speakers for music, and and plenty of firewood.

The crowd was also really friendly, which I was expecting since dog owners are usually pretty cool. I brought a friend along to this event, and she leaned over to me at one point and whispered, "This is weird, right? Just hanging out with a group of total strangers?" I laughed and reminded her of essential oils. Or improv. Or how to prepare for a date. No, no, this event was not weird at all. 

High Point: When someone started passing out glow stick necklaces that we could put on our dogs to keep track of them. Louie looked like he was going to a rave. Low point: Having to wait in a line of cars for 20 minutes to get off the island after the SeaWorld fireworks ended. Quote of the event: "I just love his rolls!"—Pretty much everyone who came across Louie. How I was feeling after leaving the Meetup event: Like I was experiencing a spike in my dopamine and serotonin levels thanks to petting tons of cute dogs all night long. Other noteworthy tidbits/final thoughts: Louie slept the whole ride home, so I'm pretty sure he had an awesome time.