1036 N. Mills Ave.
You may not know it yet, but you’re always just one sad sidestep away from being the loneliest speck of dust on the outskirts of the emotional universe, or the last bottle of rotgut grain alcohol spilled atop a throbbing heart-shaped wound. You think you know despair? Kick it in the head with razor-tipped boots seven times, and then maybe you’ll sense the horror of a Valentine’s Day alone. Maybe. To that morose end, Lil’ Indies offers up Speed Hating, “a negative twist on speed dating,” in which the miserablists of Orlando can convene to share, if only for a few hours, the unproductive grievances that chemically combine into the Scotchgard of anti-romance and coupling failure that we all know too well. Artist/bartender/local badass Karen Russell will be doing the hosting duties, as you shuffle around a room of downcast gazes with your list of personal hate-makers. Maybe you’ll get lucky? You won’t. There is no lucky. – Billy Manes