Rarely Dan. Never Daniel. Always Danny Barry.

I’ve always gone by my first and last name. I don’t really know why, but ever since high school, it’s just stuck. Well, except for when people call me “Barry” because they get confused.

I was raised in the Midwest, schooled in Paradise, matured in New England, cultured in the South, and relaxed in the Bay Area. Now I’m in New York.

I’m a huge Miami Hurricanes fan, a sucker for ice cream, and a firm believer that everyone should listen to more musical theatre.

One time I met Tina Fey in New York. I was much more excited than she was.