I just got home from BlogHer a few days ago and now I’ll be leaving for Girls’ Weekend tomorrow. I haven’t even fully unpacked and here I am off again. Of course the wardrobe for this weekend will be quite different; especially since there’s a rumor that we are going fishing on my BFF’s pontoon boat. Yeah, you read that correctly. Fishing. Apparently gone are the days when Girls’ Weekend meant doing, ya know, girly things like shopping and gossiping and having liquid lunches that end up with someone getting a tattoo.
The months leading up to BlogHer really had me worked up. I didn’t really ‘know’ anyone before hand. I resigned myself to being okay with the fact that I might be the wall flower, the foreigner, the one looking in from the outside. Amazingly I wasn’t. At. All.
That being said, Girls’ Weekend is something we’ve been doing for years. It is a time to let loose and have fun with people I know. It’s ironic that after my anxiety leading up to and my ultimate experience with BlogHer that I will be the outsider, for a bit, this weekend. I’ll be the only one not fishing and will most likely become the Keeper of the Cooler; which pretty much amounts to, “Yo, bitch, hand me another beer!”
It doesn’t really matter because all their tall tales and stories of the one that got away will eventually be followed up by me telling them they’re nothing but a bunch of master-baiters.