Dave (from the neighboring office here at work) stopped by to inform my office-fellow Ryan that his wife had a son last week.
I’ve not mentioned Dave on the blog before; he’s a good-natured fellow who we often say “Hi” to in the office. He works for a different organization that shares our building. Sometimes he’ll stop in and we’ll give each other beer recommendations.
In any case, the kicker of this short story is that he and his wife named their son “Ryan James.” Afterward, he sat in the hospital and thought to himself “why does that sound so familiar?” Perhaps he should have asked Ryan and James back at the office.
I guess it’s a form of flattery, albeit an unintentional one. If he hated us, he probably would have shied away from the names.
Posted by James at June 19, 2006 2:00 PMDave has good taste. :)
Posted by: soxfan at June 19, 2006 4:42 PMNow you'll have to lavish presents on the boy!
Posted by: Susan Barr at June 19, 2006 6:16 PMYou know...maybe Mom picked the name. Anything we should know about?
Posted by: George at June 20, 2006 9:17 AMMaggie: George is just joking. I promise.
Posted by: James at June 20, 2006 11:35 AMSo, if you and Ryan had a love child...
Posted by: briwei at June 20, 2006 3:45 PMBrian, you're going to have to tame that wild imagination of yours.
Perhaps a geocaching hobby?
Posted by: James at June 20, 2006 4:20 PMOr candlepin bowling. (From afar)
Posted by: Julie at June 20, 2006 5:19 PMI don't think I need to tame it so much as channel it.
Posted by: briwei at June 20, 2006 6:09 PM