My coworker Liberty and I had gone out for drinks after a long day at work at Morris Animal Refuge. As a recent graduate, or maybe just a socially inept human being, I set my notebook and pen down in front of me.

"Are you going to take meeting notes… at the bar?" Liberty asked me, judging me from behind a frosty glass.

"Well, I don’t know," I responded defensively, picking at a basket of tater tots. "Never know when an idea is going to come up."

After a while of chatting about work, Liberty gestured wildly with her hands. "You know, I always wanted to create a calendar for Morris." As the Development Manager, Liberty has a lot on her plate. I was recently brought on as the Events Coordinator, and I wanted a project. Destiny.

Liberty continued, "The dream would be having a calendar with dogs and drag queens. We could call it 'Drag Queens and Dog Kings,' and–"

"Yes, absolutely." I clicked my pen.