PechaKucha Nights never fail to inspire me. Regardless of the night's theme, I always come away with mind racing, heart full. Perhaps the local planning committee is just really gifted at choosing engaging speakers, perhaps Calgary has an extraordinary number of visionaries who also know how to work a crowd, I don't know. But these are my people.
As is only fitting for an event on Valentine's Day, I left the Spousal Unit at home on his own to attend last night's PKN. I had invited Urban Blonde to join me before I realized that the event was actually sold-out, and since I had already registered for my own ticket, I then had to uninvite her. I'll have to take her out for coffee soon to make up for my boorish uninviting ways.
I certainly don't mind attending PKN solo. I've done so before. I usually know a few people, recognize a few other faces, and inevitably end up meeting a bunch of new folks. There's an inherent camaraderie amongst people who leave the house to hear other people speak. Calgary is a big city, but the circles are small.
As I drove home last night, stopped at the traffic light leaving Kensington, I felt that familiar surge of wonder that the lights of the city, spread out before me on the other side of the river, always give me. There's comfort in the lighted windows of the office towers, community in the purple glow of illuminated bridges spanning the water. Somebody built those, I marvel to myself. For some reason, I find it comforting to know that there are people who can build things like bridges and highrises. Because I can't. But I can bask in the glow of their vision that warms me until I reach my own door.
If you want to know more details about PechaKucha Night #11, here's my recap.