I was getting ready to sit down with my family for Shabbat dinner on a Friday night in June when a DM landed in my inbox inviting me to join a group later that night Pumping Station:1, a Chicago hackerspace. Much later. As in 10 PM later.
Heading to the city at 10 PM? Alone? Me?
I texted back: Uh, that's a little late for me. Maybe next time.
And then I laid out the details for my husband.
"Sounds like this is out of your comfort zone," he said. "You should go."
"You think? Really?" I asked.
So, after a rousing family trip to Target to pick up last minute supplies for camp, I headed to the city.
After 10 PM.
Read more about my night at my new blog, The Maker Mom.