My friend Matt, who is an unassuming and anxious sort besides, popped in on me yesterday! I loved it.
Maybe it wasn't a true pop-in, as I'd posted on my Facebook page that anyone was welcome to join me on my (unseasonably) cold stoop while small costumed humans approached, arms outstretched. Beggars' night fell on Monday this year, same night as Nick's evening class, and a lone adult in cowgirl get-up handing out candy in the cold seemed lonely and strange. I wasn't sure anyone would be game, as they have their own porches to man.
He apologized for taking me up on my public invitation (silly) and I was only briefly mortified by a sink blooming days-old dishes.
I am loath to make "technology ruins everything" statements, but can I get you to agree to a few terms for our bright future of unprecedented connectivity? When you reach a residence where you are more or less expected, don't text your arrival from the front door. If you beat your friends to the bar, don't make a lap and then feign rapt attention to your phone outside. Can we just be publicly bored sometimes - write lists, inspect our cuticles, flirt with the bartender?
And most importantly, please pop in. I'll feed you and we can watch bird documentaries until your bus comes.