For anyone who follows along on Facebook, it's no great secret that I just concluded another installment of Girls' Weekend.
But I still look forward to girlfriend time with extreme anticipation. Instead of walking away from life for a few days though, now it's more about connecting and restoring. Connecting with friends that I don't get to see very often due to geography. Restoring the part of my soul that will forever be a sixteen-year-old, with a girlfriend spending the night, staying up until two in the morning talking about boys, dreams, friends, school, makeup, hair, music, our mothers and older brothers.
Talking. Talking. Talking. Mr. Musky asked if Hollie exceeded her million word limit when I called him on Friday night.
"Are you kidding me?" I exclaimed. "She blew that before we reached Milwaukee."
And it's true. The girl can talk. We all can. And we did. Over wine. Outside.
I can't stress it enough. All you gals out there - grab a pal and go out for coffee. Cocktails. Dinner. Whatever. Just connect and restore. We all need to do more of that, and ditch the Mommy Guilt. Yes, our kids and families need us. But we need each other, too. It makes us better at everything. I can vouch from personal experience.
One fresh pineapple, peeled and quartered lengthwise, then sliced
1.5 Liters Stoli Vodka
If you're feeling dangerous, eat a piece of pineapple, but take one of my friend's warning to heart: "The vodka tastes like pineapple, and the pineapple tastes like vodka."
On that note, enjoy these very responsibly.