"It was the annual Carnivale gala, otherwise known as San Francisco's most glamorous reason to get drunk in a church. I sat for dinner on March 4th among a cohort that felt immediately familiar; Not in the we grew up together way, but in the we survived another year in journalism way. We traded hot takes on uppity columnists, great parties, and how to write about rich people without getting blacklisted."
"Carnivale blessed me with good gossipers and genuine connection for two years running. Here is a community that welcomes you in regardless of spiritual background; also one that never wastes good lighting. And it's why I ended up lingering long after the music stopped with people who felt like old friends. That night I found my Unholy Trinity of ladies with nothing but hot tea and a shared history of deadlines, rent hikes, and well-timed career choices - Immediately we organized a new media summit:"
San Francisco's Carnivale gala at Grace Cathedral combined formalwear spectacle and fundraising, where attendees embraced playful attire and photobooth moments. Journalists gathered over dinner, exchanging critiques of columnists, party gossip, and strategies for covering wealthy subjects without professional repercussions. The event fostered genuine connection across varied spiritual backgrounds and encouraged lingering conversations long after music ended. Friends formed impromptu collaborations, recalling shared struggles with deadlines, rent increases, and career decisions. Grace Cathedral's outreach included hosting numerous AIDS-era funerals when other churches refused, demonstrating a commitment to serving marginalized communities and positioning the church as a place for communal gathering and shared meals.
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