I Suck At Hanging Out With Ron

last night, i went to the bbc (british beer company) in pembroke to meet up with some friends. the whole thing came about almost spontaneously. i have this friend (ron) who, as it turns out, i haven't seen for almost a year. the last time i saw him was the last super bowl weekend. it's amazing how time flies and before you know it, it's been x amount of time since you last saw so-and-so.

anyway, i've known ron for a long time... since childhood. in fact, i think he may be one of the few people who have never annoyed me... ever. (it's a select few and i consider myself a patient person). ron, incidentally, lives in the next town over so it's not like he's that far from me. he's got a great family: his parents are great; his wife is awesome; his daughters are adorable. he has done very well for himself and deservedly so.

out of blue, ron contacted me to get together and catch up. naturally, i jumped at the chance and gathered some friends together. we ended up at the bbc, where as it turns out... the cover band that was playing there was also scheduled to play at the restaurant owned by my other friend (garv). garv, of course, wanted to scope them out. needless to say, the groupies were fun to party with and i had a great time. i think ron had a great time too because he suggested that all of us do this more often as he hadn't gone out in quite a while to just "hang out".

naturally, it got me thinking... i suck at hanging out with ron. how come, in the past, i haven't done this more often with him? like i said, he's in the next town over. we should have been hanging out and having fun. i think i'll have to try and work on that... before it becomes another year (near superbowl weekend) that i see him again.