This years Girl's Weekend ROCKED! (As is clearly demonstrated by Suzy, above.) We tore up that town, me and my lassies. OK, maybe "tore up" is a bit of a stretch. We laughed, we cried, we shopped, we drank, and damn did we eat. We even got ushered out of bars at closing time. "You don't have to go home ladies, but you can't stay here" bartenders bellowed while gently pushing on our backs and shooing us out the door. We even met a bizzaro world opposite group of us (Seinfeld episode reference). There was a group of 6 women, also on their 13th annual girls weekend, also staying at the Marriott in the rooms NEXT DOOR to us, and also partying hard at the karaoke bar. Weird. I've said it before but I can't stress enough how much I need my friends. How important true, really good friends are. Just being together brings back old times. Times of less responsibility. Times of less stress. For me, times of less pounds. The perfect recharging activity for all, and now we will start our countdown to next years getaway. Only 362 days away.
For those of us there, and anyone who loves a good 80's song, click here and you'll get the theme of our weekend.
We Built This City
When I got home the kids barely noticed my existence. I guess the days when they would fling themselves into my arms the second I returned from my weekend away are gone. That is, until I said the magic word . . . "presents"