Tonight we went to Frans for a get together with some friends. It ended up being more of a "Beavers" get together than anything.
For those uninitiated, the Beavers are the wives and friends who have become a close knit cluster. They get together and spend a weekend up North at a cabin, drinking, eating, talking and sharing.
We husbands have never followed suit to becoming a closer group of male friends. We all tend to drift like magnets, drawn in to various get togethers by the Beaver group, floating along their periphery, but never getting close enough to each other. In fact, when we do get close, something pushes us away into a solitary Beaver orbit.
I was the sole guy there, the "token" as they put it.
I just sat and listened, enjoying their camaraderie, adding a bit here or there; but never really engaging too fully.
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