Andrew was in town for the weekend. He's one of the running nutters that seem to inhabit my world.

Caught up with him and a handful of others for drinks at various points this evening (squeezed Sin City and dinner in between). Most watering holes are too loud to have a decent conversation. Having a draught or two inside you doesn't help either. Trying to talk sense with Andrew is the final nail in the coffin ;-)

Other people are easier to talk to (really talk to). I suppose at some fundamental level things just gel better than with other people. That helps in getting past the "er, hell, there's nothing in my queue but technical crap" and the "bugger, I've run out of witty things to say" (assuming you had any to begin with). Hey, I'm a member of a subset of the population that's known for a lot of things that don't include social interaction. But these people are few and far between and I'm a lazy friend (shame on me) and usually too wrapped up in my own world to even notice that I'm being a lazy friend.

So if you think you fall into this category, next time you see me slap me and tell me to get off my ass and do some catching up.

Ooh, this is going to come back and bite me.