Some called me the organizer, others the instigator. Until recently, I guess I didn't really think anything of it.
Sure I like to get my friends together. Have a bbq every now and again, plan a girls' night out, suggest a happy hour drink.
A group of us went to the baseball game last night. On tickets I had exchanged from games I'd missed. A friend of a friend asked how we all knew each other. One stated that I was the center.
That's certainly not always the case. But when I found out the girls assumed I had plans with the new boy since I hadn't suggested happy hours lately, I realized it sometimes is.
When I've always done the suggesting, people have simply assumed I was busy when I stopped. They didn't even imagine I really needed someone to do the suggesting for once.
Once I was certain TheDog would be fine left unsupervised. Certain I could leave her for a few hours and she'd be alright, I started suggesting things again. A baseball game, dinner.
One such suggestion led to the question of what my happy hour plans were. Happy Hour? I hadn't happy-houred in weeks.
Happy hour turned into hours of people watching at Oktoberfest. The baseball game turned into a few too many drinks among friends.
And things seem back to normal. Mostly.
Sitting around last night, after my last ill-advised martini, my nerdy friends and I all took out our cell phone calendars and added a few things.
They may or may not happen. But in making the plans, I realized we are all just busy. My friends haven't forgotten about me. I just need to crawl out of my cave sometimes and check in with them.
2 comments:
I feel the exact same way you do most of the time...it's semi-frustrating but once you crawl out, it's all good.
I'm glad to hear things worked out! I'm not the planner most of the time, so it takes me awhile to notice when my planning friends have dropped out of sight (and usually, I assume they're too busy). Your posts make me realize that friends are never too busy for a quick "just checking in" email. Thank you.
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