Back in July I wrote about attending our new parish’s picnic. The idea was: we’re new here so if we want to meet people, we need to participate in activities. That barbecue bombed a bit but mostly because it was (in my opinion) badly attended.
About a month later, we attended a barbecue at our community. We knew no one. We arrived early & randomly chose an empty table figuring people would join us.
A man we met a month earlier at a meeting remembered us and invited us to join his group. We met several other couples and had a really good time.
Fast forward to this weekend. Saturday night they had a comedy show in our community. After the show, we went over to another table to greet some friends. One woman says, “Why weren’t you sitting at our table?” We explained that they told us the people we knew weren’t on her list as attending and she sat us at a random table. The woman goes marching over to the person in charge. “At future events, they (indicates me & my husband) are at OUR table.”
Sunday, after Mass we went out with two other couples to a local casino and then out to dinner. We found out one couple lived not far from where my parents lived and the other couple lived not too far from our first apartment. Both couples knew of our favorite Italian restaurants in both neighborhoods.
Friday night we were visiting the kids and I sent out a last minute dinner invitation to my Church Lady friends. We ended up losing track of time so it ended up being a pretty late night especially for the person who had an hour drive to get home. (But isn’t that what happens when you move an hour away so… can’t really complain about that.)
Whoever would have guessed the person who always had a tough time meeting people and making friends would have such a busy weekend with both old and new friends? Miracles do happen.