A Little Love

Mirrored from the latest entry in Daron's Guitar Chronicles.

So the big thing that happened at dinner was not that Courtney embarrassed the hell out of me, though she did.

We were seated at a long banquet table, in a private dining room with a private Christmas tree. (Though I think it was a coincidence that all the ornaments were musical instruments, singing angels, lyres, or notes.) I was at one end of the table with Martin and Courtney and Matthew and Archie. In the middle were Alan and his wife with their son Ryan, and Alex and his wife. At the other end were Remo and Melissa and Artie and his wife.

Courtney turned to Alex’s wife at one point and said, “So, Daron doesn’t remember your name.”

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