I would love to say that the title of this blog has some Biblical reference…but it doesn’t. It’s actually quite the opposite.
A few months ago, I posted a blog about friendships and the inevitable strain life places on those relationships. In that post, I mentioned what I call “The Get Together’s”. The get together’s are the friends that you love, you have a deep history with, but life doesn’t always let you spend the time you would like with them. You cherish the moments you are together and wouldn’t change them for the world, but sometimes those moments span a large gap of time.
Two nights ago, I had the chance to sit down with a group of women that I love dearly. Once upon a decade ago, before I moved away, we used to spend countless nights around a certain dining room table, laughing, drinking wine, and making beautiful memories. We were our own group of Ya Ya Sisters. The amazing part of this group of women is despite the span of ages (30 years give or take) and all of our different stages of life, we come together like a masterpiece. But the best part…it’s judgement free.
I won’t divulge all of our secrets, mostly because I would probably get shot for telling the internet, but let’s just say there was more sex-talk than a men’s locker room. Women, myself not included – hey, I’m trying to make a living writing sex – like to pretend that we don’t talk about such things, but that was the most honest and down right hilarious conversation I have had in months. And the truth is, wait for it…it’s healthy. Okay, I have no scientific proof of that, but they say laughter is the best medicine…and boy was there laughter.
But it’s not just sex that women talk about. The topics of conversation roamed from Common Core Math to how much you should leave behind after a Brazilian wax…the consensus to which seems to be “a little garden of Eden”. I for one have never experienced such torture – fifty shades of No Thank You! – but the fact that we can all be comfortable enough to sit around and talk about our who-ha’s is empowering. And no, I’m not empowered by knowing my friends wax, but the mere fact of being comfortable in my own skin as a woman in the 21st century is empowering. We embrace our flaws, every earned stretch mark, every grey hair, because we are women. And we are strong. And…not to mention no man would last five minutes in a conversation with all seven of us.
The point is, no matter how busy your life gets, or how far you think you have strayed, there is nothing a good girls night and a few bottles of wine can’t cure. Oh, and the other point…make sure they drink enough of that wine so they don’t remember the conversation about the group trip to get a Brazilian wax with a Groupon…cause the only thing Brazilian I’m interested in venturing down under is a really hot Brazilian OBGYN.
