This afternoon my friend Brian enters the hallowed halls of matrimony, and I wish him and his bride Patty all the best in life. A shame I couldn’t be there but I’m sure there are good reasons, and I take no offense (as if that even mattered right now). Still, I can’t help but relate this to another episode from my youth.
I had just moved to Brielle, and was just starting to make friends in the neighborhood. Life was good. But one spring day while playing tag, they just stopped and told me they had to go somewhere and I couldn’t come.
Now tell this to a five year old, and they immediately want to know why, even if they don’t ask you outright. I thought I had done something to make them mad at me. Not good for my ego at the time. Eventually I started hunting around the backyards, trying to find everyone out of sheer boredom and found them all sitting around a picnic table eating cake. It was then I realized that I had just crashed someone’s birthday party.
But that turned out to be a good thing. I was allowed to stay and be with all my friends, and they even got me some cake to boot. I had only been in Brielle for a month or so when this happened, so that’s why I hadn’t been extended an invitation — to people throwing the party just didn’t know I was living in the neighborhood.
Hopefully you see the parallels….
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