Was I always this awkward?

Tonight I went to a Happy Hour for new members of the neighborhood mom's organization I am a (paying) member of.  I was late because T's new phase is one in where he is afraid I might leave him forever, even if I am just walking out to the mailbox.  And honestly I am fine indulging this phase because I am sensitive to this issue myself. (Though it is rare that I actually step the 2 steps out to the mailbox by myself. Someone under the age of 4 is usually with me.) I noticed this starting when he got upset that I was 10 paces ahead of him on a walk with the dog, saying we had to stay together in case he lost me.  I'm thinking I may have brought this on when I recently tried to give the Don't Go With Strangers Talk.  The Don't Talk To Strangers Talk has already happened.  He didn't understand why he would go with a stranger if I was there, and I gave the example "If we're out on the porch and I go in to answer the ringing phone and a stranger asks you to help find his puppy, say no".  This example backfired though because he asked way too many extraneous questions and finally just screamed "Why don't you just already have your phone out here with you?!" Smart question, actually.  Was this conversation was too advanced for 3 1/2? Or too below him? Anyway, all that came of our talk was a paranoid little boy whose side I couldn't leave tonight, at least not without catching the 2,436 kisses he blew to me as I walked out the door.

I digress...

So I was late getting to the bar.  I walked in to see a table of about 15 women I assumed had to be the group.  They were right near the door, probably saw me coming, sweat moustache glinting in the dim light.  I stood at the end of the table for what felt like a really long time, waiting for a break in conversation when a couple of gals pitied me, stopped talking and looked up, I'm sure expecting me to say something normal. And I did.  I waved like a total dork and squeaked, "Hi.  Are you guys moms?" I seriously felt like a few crickets chirped while they silently thought, oh this poor, poor girl.  And then some sweet soul said, yes we are, and pulled out a chair for me.  I sat down, wiped away my facial perspiration, had a beer, and settled in for a hour of chatting with very nice people about pediatricians.