Wednesday, September 6, 2006

Girlyfriends

This past weekend, I spent an incredible 48 hours with my best friend.  She is also my maid/matron of honor.  It was our version of a bachelorette party.  Just us, some wine, great restaurants, a pool, and of course, a spa. 

There are things that girlfriends do that your spouse or significant other just can't.  Weekends away truly lets you indulge in these and it simply fills your soul.

1)  Girls can gab with the lights out until one of them falls asleep.  Guys typically fall asleep quite fast and don't want to hear about the latest gossip or process the fall out you had at work/home/etc.

2)  Girls can be caddy.  At one point in time we began giving nicknames to those we saw around us.  "Lashes" was the older woman with huge fake eyelashes, cowboy boots, and some sheer animal print blouse.  We commented about the lovely turquoise couple who had matching shorts/tee shirt/hat ensemble.  And truly who could forget the 10 year old in kitten heels and a tank top to show off her training bra?  (We criticized the parent on that one.)

3)  You can reminisce about past boyfriends and mistakes you made without having someone feel threatened.

4)  Its perfectly acceptable for matching nail polish.

5)  Attempting to tie cherry stems into a knot with your tongue is ok (even if you can't do it anymore and your last successful attempt was in 1995.)

6)  PJ's, sleeping in separate beds, eating chocolate cake and watching chick flicks is a nightly occurrence.

7)  You have someone to giggle with about how strange an herbal wrap is and if Helga or Tatiana were better suited for the massage profession.

8)  You can appreciate the beauty of the mountains of Snowbird and not have to conquer them with a hellacious hike or bike ride up to the top, but just sit by the pool.

Perhaps if I were younger I would have enjoyed more of the bar scene with a pretend veil covered with obscene objects and wait for guys to buy me shots.  This was something more my speed, and something I hope will become an annual tradition.

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