Tomorrow is the 17th annual running of my pirate-themed pub crawl.
Last year we were entirely virtual and produced 8 hours worth of material.
This year I have split the baby in half: live-in-person, and virtual.
There are a fair amount of mask-hating, vaccine-avoiding people who joined a local pirate club (yes, god, they exist) and I have realized that since the bars are open and accepting business and much of the event takes place outside, there's no reason not to let them go do it.
I will be at home, missing my own pub crawl.
It will be weird, but I will be okay.
In giving them a live version I seem to have thawed the chill between myself and some of the people who are anti-mask, anti-vaccine. We can talk again, and that allows me to work quietly to attempt to push them toward getting vaccinated.
It has been a tough decision, because people could literally DIE because they attend this thing.
I have warned them, but laid the decision to attend at their feet.
If they die they will die as foolish friends, instead of dumb former-friends.
And I will cry at their blindness.
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