The famous “Fake
Attack” @ Drink & Walk, circa 2006.
In the late 90s and early oughts, my good friend MarkWallace and I co-hosted a “public alighting” that we termed “Office Hours.” We established ourselves at the Post Pub dive bar in D.C., on an appointed night (memory tells me Wednesday), at an appointed time (8:00 p.m.), and people knew where they could join us for conversation and merriment, every week at the very same moments. Mark and I both adjuncted in those days; our students frequented Office Hours to speak about their classwork. The gathering, in addition, featured a writing theme, and many colleagues from the DC Poetry crowd joined us; poetry students from the George Mason MFA Program joined us; the friends of these many good people joined the gathering as well. Some nights, Mark and I might have ministered to a single visitor, when other nights attendance swelled beyond fifteen or twenty people. Mark came up with the idea for the gathering, and if memory serves me properly, he had devised Office Hours in the image of another similar gathering that he had learned of in his travels. The Russian Poet Arkadii Dragomoshchenko (1946-2012) once told Mark to meet him at his office hours, but Mark couldn’t find him on campus. A friend later told Mark that by office hours, the poet meant a bar he frequented.
In the late 90s and early oughts, my good friend MarkWallace and I co-hosted a “public alighting” that we termed “Office Hours.” We established ourselves at the Post Pub dive bar in D.C., on an appointed night (memory tells me Wednesday), at an appointed time (8:00 p.m.), and people knew where they could join us for conversation and merriment, every week at the very same moments. Mark and I both adjuncted in those days; our students frequented Office Hours to speak about their classwork. The gathering, in addition, featured a writing theme, and many colleagues from the DC Poetry crowd joined us; poetry students from the George Mason MFA Program joined us; the friends of these many good people joined the gathering as well. Some nights, Mark and I might have ministered to a single visitor, when other nights attendance swelled beyond fifteen or twenty people. Mark came up with the idea for the gathering, and if memory serves me properly, he had devised Office Hours in the image of another similar gathering that he had learned of in his travels. The Russian Poet Arkadii Dragomoshchenko (1946-2012) once told Mark to meet him at his office hours, but Mark couldn’t find him on campus. A friend later told Mark that by office hours, the poet meant a bar he frequented.
When Mark left Washington, D.C. for California, my good
friend Rod Smith and I sought to replace Office Hours with an updated happy
hours for students and writers. We hunted around town for a replacement
location, and as the “hunting-around-town” often involved several watering
holes on a given evening, we decided that we enjoyed the multi-site aspect of this
field research, and in the end, conceived of a two-site happy hours. Dubbed “Drink
& Walk”, the gathering commenced at a pub in Adams Morgan, on Thursdays,
around 6:00 p.m., and at 7:45, we listed out into the evening and walked to the
Red Room Bar at the Black Cat, where Drink & Walk continued until 10:00.
People knew they could meet us at Angles, the first pub, or along the walk, or
at the Black Cat, or they could participate in all three phases. Students
attended, friends attended, visiting writers attended, Everywhere Man attended,
and Everywhere Moped sat nearby, chained to a parking meter and tormented by
street toughs. Whatever happened to Everywhere Pomeranian, I wonder, locked up
in that ATM machine at the falafel place? Some nights, we attracted a fine
crowd of six to eight people but some nights were all-out parties of forty or
more. Together with third co-host, Mel Nichols, I created a blog of the same name, which lives on in a server someplace on earth. Drink & Walk
persevered for about two years until a variety of circumstances (new jobs,
etc.) forced changes in routines.
The packed bar at The Black Squirrel for StoutParty.
The DC Poetry crowd inspired and attended the event.
The DC Poetry crowd inspired and attended the event.
These public gatherings, moreover, served to create (1) buzz (2) community (3) offshoot events such as house (and apartment) parties; (4) enduring friendships (5) extreme storytelling where none existed before (6) energy for the various poetry reading series about town (7) happenstance (8) recipe sharing (9) wine woogie; and (10) there is no 10. I can’t emphasize enough the need for a gathering, as such, to be dependable, week-in, week-out. The weather might’ve been crappy; the co-host might’ve been ill; there might’ve been a keen event someplace else—but Office Hours and Drink & Walk always had to go through! We also brought with us: commerce. Some locales treated us better than others, but in the end, we brought regular business where nobody else brought regular business. The current version of DC Poetry Happy Hours, a legend in its own right, takes place at our partner pub, The Black Squirrel, where a number of us have hosted readings, given readings and participated in special events, such as DuoExchange and StoutParty. We can be found there every Thursday night, starting around 8:00 p.m., but owing to The Idea of a Public Office Hours, as well as A Need for a Public Office Hours, I have a special announcement to make:
