Heaven in flip flops and snort-giggles.
Last night, I left my testosterone crazed world and stepped out for an estrogen break. A much needed estrogen break, mind you. I’d been up to my much-need-to-be-waxed eyebrows in stinky tennis shoes and remnants of Lego battles (all.over.my.house.), and I was needing to get out….or someone was going to get hurt.
Me and my girly friends headed out. Conversation in the car was light and fun. We heard about a “real-live ghost” and talked about how we despise exercise. We talked a lot about nothing and yawned because we were sleepy…at 5:00 in the evening.
We decided to eat at Chili’s. Here’s a tip….do not eat at Chili’s unless “in-a-hurry” does not apply to you. Because we were there….a really long time. Good thing I was there with good company. We discussed the amazing-ness of Edward (one of my favorite conversations to have), the slowness of our waiter, and the levels of grossness of our houses. And then we discussed what to do next….because even though we were sleepy, there was no way we were going home yet.
We discussed going to a movie. But I don’t like watching intense, make-you-think movies when I’m out with my girlfriends, and that seemed to be all that was playing. Lucky for me, most of the other girls agreed. Because who wants to think? Or be sad? Or contemplate the meaning of life? Ugh. Not me.
Let me insert a side note here: I’ve decided that I’m one of the most flightiest people I know. I have smart friends for a reason…so they can be smart for me. I can hang in conversations about a lot of things, but when talk turns to politics, social activism, and matters of historical significance…..I’m done. I turn to the basket of chips and take my cue to keep my mouth busy eating rather than speaking. I’m lucky that most of my friends get that about me. I’m sure they want to pat me on the head and say, “Bless your heart, Sweetie,” but I’m good with that. Other people, however, don’t appreciate my ignorance for such “important” matters. But, I’ve decided that I’m okay with being the “flighty” friend. I’ll be the one that watches way too much reality tv, that is the hopeless romantic, and that chooses to not read parenting books and just do the best I can (but may whine about it later!). I will also be the friend that will encourage you to buy a new dress, try on blingaliscious flip flops, and eat an extra cookie if you want to. Some would call that an enabler….I just like to think of myself as supportive.
Enough rabbit chasing….
After we FINALLY got our checks and checked our teeth in the bathroom mirror, we headed out for the best part of the evening.
Look at these piggys. Aren’t they mah-va-lus?!
The only downfall with getting pedicures is that you have to listen to the chatter of the precious Oriental people that are so super talented when it comes to nail art. There is no doubt that they were discussing and giggling about the nastiness of my feet. Because I would if I were them.
After our toes were beautiful and we were feeling sassy, we headed over to the book store…the only place still open…because we still weren’t ready to go home.
So, we browsed the bargain book aisles, thumbed through some magazines, and discussed the importance of vampire literature. Then we sat down for some good coffee and snort-giggles.
The coffee was good.
The snort-giggles better.
Because we talked like girls should talk when they are together. Because it is good to know that you aren’t crazy….that other people have the same issues that you do. That there is someone who “gets” you. There was some political talk….in which I embarrassed myself by displaying my ignorance, and then resorted to buying a huge cookie and scarfing it. Hello….I’m your flighty friend. And SO okay with it.
We closed the book store down and then headed for home. With pretty toes.
I love Girls’ Night Out so much. It is therapy for me.
And Lord knows I need it.
Thanks, girls! I had a blast….and I’m hearting your toes!!