"Yeah. Anyway, Briancalledandsaidhisparentsweregoingtobeonthe Daily Show because--"
"LOOK! A turkey vulture! I don't mean to cut you off, but I thought you might miss it." I begin to elucidate upon the eating habits and digestive processes of the carnivorous bird, sparing no detail about the color and texture of its excrement. Then, remembering you had something to tell me, I say, "Sorry, go ahead. You were saying?"
You say, "You know what? Forget it."
Two hours after receiving the happy and sad news, I sat in my office staring at the invitation, thinking up ways to R.S.V.P. a regretful declination when David appeared in the doorway.
"Hey, is there anyone you want to ask to join us at the Prado for tonight's wine-tasting dinner?" David had a hopeful look about him.
I thumbed through my phone book to see who remained and came upon the same name staring up at me from the invitation. I'll miss her , I thought. Now she will enter the world of new parents, taking comfort in the company of others of her kind. I made a mental note to switch my friend from my "Hey, it's five o'clock, want to go get drinks at six?" list to my "Want to have dinner in a month? That should be plenty of time to find a sitter" list, and continued my search.