[a public apology]
I owe you a heartfelt apology. I let you down and a public apology is the best way I can think of to convey how wretched I feel about it. Secondly, a bottle of Walla Walla’s finest is the the best way I can think of to make it up to you, in the short term.
A few months ago, we bounced around some ideas about a little event that I was thinking of putting together for a few of Microsoft’s developer and IT pro MVPs: gotdotnet CodeSlam You said it sounded like an event that you would like to attend and I promised to invite you, not just because you’re Mr. VSTS now and Who’s Who knows you but because you always have something interesting to say, you are a great friend, and you are a true gentleman. I invited other Microsoft employees like Raymond and Robert and Josh to CodeSlam but I forgot to add you to the list of invitees.
On Tuesday night, I called you en route to CodeSlam with Sam to see if you were coming. But, of course, you weren’t because you never got the invitation. I promised to send you a sch+ on the phone, “as soon as I get there.” I never did. I got caught up in event planning stuff the second I arrived and never sent you the email. On the phone, you asked me to invite an MVP friend of your’s. For the same reason, I never did.
I know how important it is to loop you in and I failed. I considered buying you flowers and sending a note but well, you prolly woulda misunderstood that to mean something I did not intend. Anyway, flowers would’ve smelled up your office. I considered buying you an XBox or returning your Sopranos DVDs but I realized that I can’t afford the former and I’ve already done the latter. I thought about giving you a call or dropping a simple email but neither would convey how wretched I feel about letting you down.
Dude, I am so sorry. I suck. I am a loser. It won’t happen again.
Yours Very Truly,