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Hangout – getting together with friends; a place where people meet.
Hangout is something we did as kids. We would “hangout” at a friends house. We would go to our “hangout” which was a tree house, and I use that term loosely, down behind the railroad tracks. We could spend hours just sitting around talking, fighting …in fun, of course…making plans, etc.
Somehow hanging out or going to a hangout received a negative connotation. Only troublemakers hung out. A hangout was a place you went to smoke. Surely if you saw a group of teenagers you knew that there was trouble brewing.
As we aged, we no longer hung out. Instead, we would just get together, go out in a group, meet at a friend’s house to celebrate some event. This is much more refined than simple just “hanging out”.
Well,today I am reverting back to my youth. I am going to simply hangout at a hangout I have never visited before – Google Hangouts. I don’t know Google very well. I hope he is friendly and serves some good food. I hope I don’t get lost trying to find his place. I am meeting with our site director to discuss some things concerning our summer Young Writers Academy and some changes to the infrastructure of our Writing Project site.
Gee, I wonder what one wears to a hangout these days?