But if I'm really honest, it left me wanting more. More time with my friends. One more day to truly just veg out in pajamas all day, eating dip, telling stories, playing games, drinking wine. Because we didn't do enough of that.
Er maybe not the latter. Some of us (ahem) drank plenty of wine.
Since this is now our official home, Mr. Musky got a taste of what goes on during one of our weekends. He promptly left to have a drink at one of his favorite bars, chatted up the other gents doing the same, then returned home to eat his fish. In the basement. Alone.
Meanwhile, I caught up with two of my pals who arrived first while preparing some dinner and just enjoying the company of great friends while we texted nonsense to the other two on their way.
After a positively leisurely, slow start to Friday, we finally headed out to Northwoods Zip Line in Minocqua for a fun-filled afternoon.
How do I describe some of these gals? Hmmmmm. Let me just say that they take raunch to entirely new levels, aren't afraid to trash talk one another to the cringeworthy point of eyes squeezing shut, but also love and adore each other until death do us all land in the nursing home 40 years from now, happy we laid it all out there and acted like annoying teenagers.
Due to knee-jerk decisions that seem like a really good idea at the time, the names on all of our hard hats have been removed for this post, because we came up with new names for our zip line head gear.
The greatest character of the day showed off the entire time.
The next morning we rallied early to experience a little Zen at Rezyn Yoga in Eagle River. Laura calmly and peacefully guided us through a delightful hour of stretching our bodies and minds before we embarked upon our next adventure.
"Hi, I'm Jen. I need to preface this with the fact that I don't know the difference between an UTV and an ATV, don't even know if trails are still open, and can one of your UTVs really hold six people at once?"
Jenna gave me a reassuring laugh, and proceeded to answer all my questions and made me feel 100% at ease about the possibility of renting their big rig. She even took it out on the trails once herself and assured me it would be great fun.
We looked at one another, yelled "PANSIES!" and drove away.
On Sunday I wrapped myself up in a blanket and rewatched the videos and took in all the photos over and over, the weekend already conjuring sweet memories with friends who I know will be there for me for life. It also didn't hurt that they brought enough food for an army, and I'm gratefully still eating it, happy to be taking a break from the kitchen.
All that said though, here's my favorite two things of our three day buffoonery:
At dinner on Friday night, if the topic of conversation went a little south for one of the ladies, someone else deliberately changed the subject, allowing for some relief for the other. I'm not saying we bash each other or anything like that, but sometimes the focus can turn negative or just "not right." And TWO TIMES I saw two different friends bail out someone when it got a little icky. I love that. I will remember it forever, and really think in future engagements: "Is this really helpful? Kind? Going anywhere good?" If not, I will deliberately change the conversation to get that person out of the hot seat.
At the Burnt Bridge, our server bid us goodbye with this: "Keep encouraging one another, Ladies. Keep encouraging."