Virgos are nuts

Tuesday I sent an email to a few friends to see if they wanted to go to dinner with Angela and me on Saturday to celebrate my birthday, and fourteen of them replied yes. I'm incredibly blessed. And nervous! I feel responsible for their happiness because if it weren't for me they would probably be going to a Rangers game or to gay bingo or some other fun event on a Saturday night, and instead they've chosen to celebrate the fact that I'm an over-analytical, over-driven, perfectionist Virgo. Or maybe this is just an excuse for all of them to leave the house. Either way, I love them dearly and I'm grateful that they said yes. I want them to have a great time and I want to be able to spend quality time with each of them.

Do you remember that blog about me not being very good in small groups? It sure seems like I've been in a lot of them lately. I guess God thinks it's time to deal with this perceived weakness and move the heck on. When I'm in a small group I think too much about how everyone else is viewing me and then I view myself through that filter, and in that process whatever I was going to say in the first place either gets watered down and becomes uninteresting, or it gets lost altogether and I just have to burp or something to divert attention. Boy, I'm painting a picture of a real winner. I'm not completely inept, but these are the things that bug me the most about myself and hence, they're blogable. Virgos concentrate more on weakness than strength anyway.

We're going to Mi Cocina near Legacy and the Tollway Saturday night. I get so excited for mexican food! I can already taste the sunset style fajitas. I've never been part of a party of sixteen though. I already know which crazy friend will do most of the talking. And I know which couple will make us all laugh the most. I love my friends. It will be a hoot! After dinner we'll caravan back to our house to play pool or sit on the deck and chat. By that point I probably won't be nervous at all.