So yesterday was my birthday. I had some random folks get together at Stub & Herb’s in Minneapolis then voyage to the 90’s downtown after. I love Stub’s. Good beer and decent food. So I was content on going to sit there. I invited a good fifty people or so, knowing that at least half would never even reply, and I think about 15 came to Stub’s. No one ever really shows up to events I try to plan, not sure why. I suppose sitting at the bar on Sunday night isn’t all that much fun, and it’s a bad day to go out for people. Yea, it makes sense why people don’t show. I get that.
What is so weird to me though, is that I have little pockets of groups of friends, so getting some randoms from those pockets together makes for a really weird time. You’ve got couples that kinda just hang out with themselves, groups that hang out with themselves, loners that you feel the need to keep company. I do appreciate every single person that came in my honor, it’s just either my idea of a good time is pretty bland, or throw a weird mix of people into a room makes for a bunch of feelings of awkwardness.