I'll admit that on one or two--okay, maybe a couple more--all right, a few more--occasions, I went for a bike ride instead of something I "should" have done.
Mind you, I never skipped out on anything vital. I only played hooky from meetings and other events that written or unwritten protocols recommended or advised.
Oh, and I'll admit that I missed a life event or two, but not of anybody who was particularly close or important to me. And, all right, here's my big confession: I actually skipped out on somebody's "big day"
The ceremony I missed was for a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend of an acquaintance, or something like that. And, as I recall, I didn't receive a formal invitation, only a verbal one. I'm not sure that anyone noticed I wasn't there.
On the other hand, I still recall that ride (with Jonathan) many years later.
Mind you, I never skipped out on anything vital. I only played hooky from meetings and other events that written or unwritten protocols recommended or advised.
Oh, and I'll admit that I missed a life event or two, but not of anybody who was particularly close or important to me. And, all right, here's my big confession: I actually skipped out on somebody's "big day"
The ceremony I missed was for a friend-of-a-friend-of-a-friend of an acquaintance, or something like that. And, as I recall, I didn't receive a formal invitation, only a verbal one. I'm not sure that anyone noticed I wasn't there.
On the other hand, I still recall that ride (with Jonathan) many years later.
