I’ve always liked unannounced guests…you know, the old “Drop-in”. It’s like a surprise party on any given day, when, Voila! Your friend is at the door, coming to see you! Every time my doorbell rings unexpectedly (which, sadly, is pretty rare), I race downstairs to see who has graced me with a visit! And then I find that it’s some neighborhood twerp wanting to sell me a $25 subscription to Teen Magazine and my heart falls yet again.
Helen Jane recently lamented the lack of unannounced Drop-Ins, and to that I say, “Bravo, sister.” She hit the nail right on the head. Unannounced Drop-In’s (UDI’s, from here on out) are a treat, at least to me. You get to see your friends with the most minimal of effort. For us lazy-bones, it’s a win-win situation. THEY come to YOU, YOU get to see THEM, and all is right in the world. It’s how I rationalize the pain-in-the-ass that is scrubbing my floors & cleaning my house every Sunday. And despite said spick-n-span house, nobody ever just “Drops In” or “Pops By.”
You hear that people? Pop on by. I’ve got a cold, frosty one waiting for you (and some clean floors to show off…)
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I don’t do that. I hate to intrude.
Word. I don’t do it either. I don’t care if I’ve known somebody for years, I’m still gonna at least call first and say “Hey, I’m in the neighborhood.” UDI’s died with the inception and universal acceptance of the cell phone.
I hear you sister, I’m just saying people stay dead in their apartments much too long these days.
How was SXSW… see any UK bands that were over? I think Snow Patrol were there but not sure who else!
I seem to be blessed with the gift of being at my most dishevelled for any unannounced pop in. `Come on in! Look past the stray cookie dough that somehow made it into my hair as I was baking. Apologies for the couch and surrounding area strewn with all things crafty…have I mentioned that I’m hand-making my Christmas cards this year and have bitten off more than I can chew? I’d offer you a coffee if I had a clean mug and any kind of milk in the house. No please, sit down, relax, lets talk about YOU.’ Nah – unless its an immediate family member, I hate the unpreparedness of the drop in. And, if I don’t know someone is coming and I hear the doorbell ring, there’s a high chance I’ll ignore it for fear of being trapped in a half hour debate with the Jehovah’s Witnesses…