Darryl at the Plaid

Just got back from a beer stroll to the Plaid where I ran into my next door neighbor Darryl. Why am I not friends with this guy? He's a drummer in a band, he's got a ten-month-old child, he's huge and blond like my oldest friend Roo, and his wife's name rhymes with his own! He's cool.

Fact is, they reached out first, by crashing a Christmas party of ours two years ago (or was it three?!) and Barb and I never reciprocated. Not for not wanting to, but just because we were busy and we're shy and you can easily let two (or was it three?!) years slip by when you are constantly putting things off one week, and then another...

I resolve in 2008 to have Darryl and Jarryl over for dinner, or at least drinks. And to learn how to spell Jarryl's name.