I have a bad…bad reputation

I’m not a social butterfly. I don’t flit around from party to party looking to see and be seen. When I go to bars, I look for dark corners and friendly bartenders. I choose my drinking buddies wisely and choose my good friends even more carefully.

All that having been said, I do have a problem.

In college, my friends and I hosted about one party per month. Some were rowdy. Others small. Regardless, all were events.

My wife and I have continued that tradition here by opening the doors at Mt. Willis to some of our better friends. We host two big parties a year…New Years Eve and Bradoween (more on that at a later date). But, we also host other get-togethers…often under the guise of Game Night.

That’s your background.

So, if you’re a regular RER reader, you know we hosted our first garage sale last weekend. It was part of a neighborhood event.

One of my colleagues came over to the ‘hood to do some garage-saling (he’s a bit of an E-bay fanatic). One woman recognized him.

“We have one of your co-workers who lives here,” she tells him.

“Oh, you must mean Brad. He lives here,” my friend says.

“I don’t really remember his name,” she says, “but he’s the one that always has cars all around his house on the weekend.”

Am I the neighborhood nuisance?