I’m trying to never go back to the other place, but the thing I miss is that there was always a lively conversation going on somewhere. On lemmy, it seems people don’t want to just have a conversation-it’s either serious or techy- I’m looking for light conversations?

Does this happen anywhere on lemmy where responses to your comments come sooner than a day, and people are just sort of in the ‘lobby’ chatting?

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          21 year ago

          Oh I think I’ve walked by there, it’s next to that bar with the rooftop patio right? Who’d you see?

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            1 year ago

            Michael Franti. Poured down rain on us

            Edit-i think so yes, about the next door rooftop patio

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              I like him, didn’t know he was in town. Sucks that it rained but at least there was rain lol, my plants are only barely recovering from the drought. Much better than earlier this year but still pretty dang dry.

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                It was last year. October or November I think. It’s so nice to stay at the hotel directly across the street from the venue so you can just stumble over there after the show and hit the rooftop pool. Great time

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                  That does sound fun. I used to live real close to downtown, within staggering distance, though sadly I’m a bit too far west for that now.

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                    It sure beats the way I did it in the 80s and 90s, which was: get ripped on the drive up to Jannus (it was called Jannus Landing back then), drink red stripes for 6 hours while puffing the occasional random joint that went by, then driving the 40 or so miles back to Sarasota with one eye closed