On arriving at SOLOC4 it was quickly apparent that this was going to be no ordinary gathering. I awoke each day with a sense of excitement and adventure that I haven’t felt in too long. Rarely has such anticipation been rewarded so richly. I can only describe it as the eagerness of childhood, when every moment could be experienced fully in that very moment, with no longing for the past and only hope (but not yearning) for the future.
In short, the days were cast with a glow that didn’t come from the bright sunshine. The location was perfect but the company was even more so. It was more than I ever expected even from SOLO. I reveled in meeting so many in the flesh whom I’d gotten to know online, and delighted in meeting several who shamefully spent too little time on SOLO for me to remember who they were (though I do hope they’ll rectify that now). A few became in that one week – and I hope will continue to be – strong friends. Thanks to everyone involved in making it happen and to everyone who attended. You made it an unforgettable experience.
To craft the memories in sentences and paragraphs would cause this post to be entirely too long for its purpose. So, indulge me in listing a few of the moments that follow:
California sun, a hooker bar with an “Orthodox” waiter, wine and even more rum, trying to pry Linz (and myself) from the front porch (which afforded full view of disrobing surfers), seeing Linz make up with Mario (who turned out not be such a bad guy despite his penchant for obeying liquor laws – eh, Mr. Sturm?), conversations about free will at Arche’s, charming Chart House conversation with the dapper counterpart of the Inseparable Twins (ok, they’re both dapper – but how many times can you go shopping, guys?), yelling with Alec (or is that Alexxx?), tearful conversations with Barbara, moonlit walks along the beach, more rum, hearing so many beautiful Kiwi accents (and one almost unintelligible one), finding out Linz is even more witty in public than on screen, learning about Rugby maneuvers from Andrew at Ruth’s Chris, catching sight of the Objectivist trichotomy with my own two eyes, needing even more rum because of it, feeling sympathy for those who were there only in spirit, gaining a tan that made my friends jealous, feeling wonderfully emotionally raw, seeing more smiling, happy people in one place than I thought possible, insisting in a loud voice that my voice is not nasal (in an unintentionally nasal manner that made everyone laugh)...and even more rum.
To all who missed it, shame on you! To those who were there, thank you – for just being the fabulous people you are.
Jason
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