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.