Julie is my Twitter friend. About six months ago I was invited to Julie's birthday party, entirely because all of Julie's "real" friends went to Belize without her. So, Julie was forced to call in the B-Team: five or so tangential friends. I was delighted to be there and meet Elaine, her partner, of whom I heard much on Twitter.
And then, I was invited back for a barbeque. Still B-Team, I sat with the children and the relatives and other B-Teamers. The A-Team was there; I just didn't have much truck with them.
And THEN I was invited to her Bastille Day tea and I even spoke to some of the A-Teamers. I might prefer being on the B-Team: there's no real responsibility, at least for a while. It's kind of like being an aunt.
Mom had an A-Team who all suddenly died or squabbled within four years. I was surprised one day when she brought a new A-Team of friends to breakfast. I had never heard of them before. They stepped right up and had delightful parties with her in which they did all the work.
Well, since Julie and Elaine had invited me to three parties, and I'd had them to none, I threw a party Saturday. I did invite the entire Internet, but the only one who showed besides Julie and Elaine was Caroline, Friend #4 (A-Team from way back).
Actually it was a bit of a surprise party. I didn't tell Gary about it until three hours before people were to come over. I wouldn't have mentioned it at all, but he noticed I cleaned the bathroom. "WHAT IS THIS?ARE YOU HAVING A PARTY?" Well, what could I say? Yeah, I'm having a party, I just didn't want to hear you gripe about it for a week.
He was perturbed, but almost immediately he sucked it up and went out and bought nine boxes of frozen hors d'oeuvres which he kept pushing on people. Naturally, he loves Caroline, and he found J & E to be delightful as well.
I need to widen my circle of friends, I think that's what I'm saying. Julie and Elaine could fill the Friend #69 spot I've been saving.