My friend Priscilla started a supper club in her apartment in 2019.
Not a fancy one. Eight people around a folding table. A different theme each month. She cooked everything herself and asked people to bring wine and conversation and nothing else. She had been doing it because she had moved to the city two years before and was lonely in the specific way of a person who is surrounded by people and has not yet found her people.
She kept doing it.
The months went by and the table did not stay at eight. Twelve. Then she rented a room somewhere. Then twenty people. Then a waiting list. Then the pandemic stopped everything and she moved it outside and it kept going.
By 2023 it was a real thing. Not a business. A community. Two hundred people who knew each other because of her. Friendships and collaborations and at least one marriage that started at her folding table. She had built something from a kind of loneliness and it had become the opposite of the thing that had started it.
I had been watching this for four years.
For the anniversary of the first supper club I wanted to give her something that held the whole arc of it.
She had a photograph from the first night. Eight people around a folding table, the apartment lit with too many candles, everyone slightly blurred from movement. She had posted it once and then not again. I had saved it.
I had it printed large, on beautiful paper, and framed it simply. On the back I had a small label printed: the first eight. October 2019.
I gave it to her at a supper club dinner, which felt right.
She looked at the photo for a long time.
She said: I was so scared that night.
I said: of what.
She said: that nobody would come. And then that it would be a disaster. And then that it would just be one night and nothing would happen.
I said: look what happened.
She hung it in the space where she hosts now. The first eight, in the middle of the room where two hundred pass through.
Every community starts with a folding table and someone willing to be scared. The gift should know how it started.
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For the person who built something patient and real over years. Not a celebration of the success. A recognition of the beginning and the long middle that most people missed. Things that say: I watched the whole thing and I know what it took.
A Large Archival Print of the Photo from When It Started
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