Let me first start off by saying that although Girl’s
Weekend has changed dramatically over the years, it is no less amazing now that
we are older and allegedly wiser. Girls weekend is, perhaps, a little
more restful than ‘back in the day’.
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| 'Haven" only when not cursing! |
This past weekend I had the pleasure of going away to one of
my favourite places in the entire world with a couple of my soul sisters.
It was quite possibly the most relaxing, stress free weekend I have had in a
very long time (or ever, now that I am thinking about it!). The three of
us got along so well you would have thought we were roommates at one
time. It helped that we all have similar interests (reading, relaxing and
people watching among the top three) and we are all pretty easy going and
willing to just go with whatever plan happened to be decided upon. Yes,
gone are the days of going to the clubs and dancing until 2 am, eating pizza or
hot dogs from the take out vendor who happened to be lucky enough to have
license to be open after the bars closed and waking up with a killer
headache/hangover only to stumble to the greasy, much needed, all day breakfast
joint the next morning. Now, as maturity sets in, the girl’s weekend
consists of going to the spa for a much debated hot tub, cold tub, rest and
repeat (It occurred to us after that this was probably a therapeutic load
of nonsense and the staff at the spa most likely count their millions of
dollars and watch all the idiots relax in the hot tub then silently scream in
the freezing cold tub (or in my case yell out a curse word as quietly as
humanly possible as I freak the eff out and run out of the damn spa version of
Tough Mudders Artic Enema).
The retreat weekend also consisted of snacks (love snacks), walks (yes, in nature) and reading breaks that always started with good intentions and turned into girly gab sessions. We all, of course, had a good laugh at the new, much more mature conversation that ensued – discussing what the hell is wrong with our children, our multitude of aches and pains and the various injustices of the world. Not to be outdone by our younger, crazier selves I am happy to report that we did manage to commit a couple of crimes. One wild illegal left hand turn on a highway AND a reprimand from the Silence Police at the Spa (Thanks for that Scrappy – pretty sure I won money in a bet for that one!) Although Jack and I rolled our eyes every time we were yelled at to “Get in the photo!” we will be sincerely grateful to have pictures to look at years from now to remember this amazing weekend.
“Making Memories Ladies”
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