warm turnout
Friday night I found myself in the downstairs club-ish area at Temple Billiards. It reminded me of being in my early 20s — complete with a cab ride to Pioneer Square, spending time waiting in long lines to buy drinks and avoiding awkward conversations. But I wasn’t there so much for my entertainment.
It was a memorial fund-raiser for Omar’s family. It amazes me how some communities can come together. Both here in Seattle and down in San Diego, the art and music communities where Omar really lived held events to raise money for his family to help pay for the funeral costs. Between the donations at the door and the money people spent on art, Seattle offered up a good chunk of money. Omar’s mom was overwhelmed when she heard.
Despite me not winning the art I won (long story, but they’re making up for it!) and despite seeing people I didn’t really want to see and missing people I did want to see (I’ve developed a mild, picky form of agoraphobia with age), I was impressed. With a turnout like that, it makes me want to take back all the crap I talk about people being shallow and selfish.
