Sometimes I feel guilty when I tell people that I go away for a weekend with my besties.
“Do you take your husband?”
“What about your kids?”
“You mean you leave them all home?”
They probably think I’m crazy. Or that I’m a bad wife. And a bad mother. I can live with that.
What I can’t live without is that one weekend with my bestest friends, the girls with whom I have shared everything since middle school though modesty forbids me from divulging just how many years we’ve been at it; you can draw your own conclusions. We survived middle and high school together where we shared our first kiss experiences, broken hearts, proms, football games and kickline competitions. We cried when we left for college and travelled on planes, trains and automobiles to take drunken pictures of one another (pre-internet thank God!). We shopped for our first apartments, wore a rainbow of bridesmaids dresses, bought presents for first homes, and cried when one by one as we moved away. We flew for miles to hold each other’s infants, to comfort each other at our parents’ funerals and now to prepare for our children to leave the nests we have so painstakingly built.
We are not your average gals: we get along. We cuss like sailors and belch the alphabet. We laugh like 5th graders and make fun of other people. We have so many secret jokes and sayings that it’s almost another language we speak. We’ve had weekends where we are thin, fat, pregnant, and breast feeding. Back in the day we used to dress up and go dancing until dawn, but now we’re usually sleeping by ten o’clock and up at six. We might bicker like sisters but it is always in laughter. We look out for each other and we count the days every year until the next one. We have threatened many times to increase once a year to more, but it’s tough. We have jobs, husbands, children and life. Somehow, we find the strength to carve out just a few days for one another.
It is worth every ounce of effort.
So here is an abbreviated list of what the past (not telling…) years have taught me. I could easily add one hundred more:
5.) Go away once a year to a place you’ve never been. Responsibility will be there when you get back. Trust me.
4.) When you do get away, start planning the next one immediately. If you don’t you will slack off and your controlling friend will open the can of whoop ass until you do.
3.) Laugh. A lot. Out loud. Snort if the mood takes you. Drop F-bombs frequently. It’s a very freeing experience.
2.) Learn the art of the selfie. Because when you are not feeling so good, the selfie you made your friends take, while driving, in traffic, in another state will lift your spirits like nothing else.
1.) If you have good friends, hold onto them. There simply is no substitute for friendship. Or people who can laugh right in your face…
To my bitches. You know who you are. xo