Alone at the party.
"Well that sucked" I said, after getting into the car after attending a graduation open house for a friend's son. I only just realized how upset I was this morning, while I was pruning my crab-apple tree in the front yard while still in my pajamas. So I'm trying to give people the benefit of the doubt, as I do in most cases, but c'mon. We load up the family in the wheelchair van that is becoming increasingly irritating to me. Drive the two mile course to get to our friend's house, find a parking spot where we can unload appropriately. We've arrive. It's full, there's a food truck parked blocking the driveway (and any chance of an accessible entrance for Dermot's wheelchair), so we off-road it, as we so commonly do. The guest of honor is on the driveway surrounded by his admirers, Parents not in site. We try to get Ryan to go and give him his card with a healthy sum of money in it, He's too shy. We find the basket to drop the cards a...