What's next? Jobs, classes, trips. Men. Boys. Handling them, loving them. Their plans. Kids. The Girls Weekend is chock full of reinforcement, encouragement that we can have it all. Career and kitchen. Thriving offspring and thinness and success. Good humanity. Encouragement bubbles from that pit in our female bellies, where all our dark things lie (I still don't know if this is the correct usage, Grammar Girl), and trickles into conversations, no trace of the doubt at the source, an evil, useless mineral dissolved by sympathy and hope. As it should be; that's what longtime friends are for, regardless of the differences now, the different lives, the tweaked personalities. They are the ones who hold memories like you, the only ones, the only beings of different blood who saw you evolve, regress with you, still try, off and on, just like yourself.
So what else you ask? Perhaps the curious male coworker thinks. Or Mom, perhaps the only other person reading this blog. What else fills up a girls weekend in 2010? A vampire movie. Of course. Skirted politics. Of course. Sailing. What the what?!


We eat. Spicy chocolate. French fries soaked in truffle oil. Lemon potato chips dipped in dill cream. Fried green tomatoes. Breakfast sandwiches. Falafel. Coffee ice cream with peanuts. Crackers and sharp white cheddar. Salt and pepper pistachios. Breakfast burritos. We ride. Biking lazily along the smaller streets to avoid Fourth of July traffic, the parade, and find more things to eat and talk about.
I can't stop feeling like I fell into the pages of a J. Crew catalog.
Driving over to Coronado Friday the sun, mist, and clouds hovered at just the right atmosphere, making that connection from up high, making me feel lucky to live. Be here on Earth. There's always gratefulness to be had with friends who remember. Get one laugh in that's so hard it's silent.
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