I Crawled Through the Medium PubCrawl (and Then I Threw Up)
So I did it, something I’ve never done before, and that is to join a Zoom Meeting with more faces displayed on the screen than my brother or sister’s. (And that was once, when Mom passed during Covid, from Covid). So as you can guess already, things did not go well for me at the Medium Pub Crawl, with virtually millions of writers, editors, and lurkers attending (or just 12 all total, no way for me to know).
Before I rail on this un-aptly named night from hell, let me say that I am not a Luddite, and I have enjoyed physical Pub Crawls in the real world during my 60 years of binge drinking. So that’s the context, I am technically a drunk-a-lot old geek, and I have strong opinions streaming from my fingertips, always. But I never puke.
Until today, at Medium’s PubCrawl. Now of course I did not do that on camera, but if participants could smell, I was sweating the hell out of my sweats. Between the Zoom technology, and what was being said by so many people at once, or in tandem, or not at all because of the fucking mute click; and with all the flashing lights, bells, and blinking-bulb distractions inches from my face in full HDR, I felt more like I was on stage at the Oscars than in a meeting room with writers and editors (which I’ve done in the real world, for countless hours and days on end).
