What Book Club Meeting?

This past Friday was amazing! I sent out a few invites for a "book discussion" which at the time I was really wanting to do but ultimately, like in any book club, the chatter was not about the book. I was worried that no one would show up let alone have a really great time but I wasted my thoughts on worry because it was just the opposite.

It's pretty weird when girls get together....well not girls, grown women. Well to be specific married grown women with children. I'd say it's pretty rare when these types of ladies can just let their hair down without a worry in the world and just talk about anything and I mean ANYTHING. It was pretty much an open discussion about life's follies, laughs, memories, experiences and body glitter. Ha! It was nice to be able to hang out with a bunch of chicks and not get catty or mean and eat the yummy food brought by everyone then complain how fat we all were and discuss how we were going to make up for it. (Yeah right).

What made it one of the most fun evenings was that it had a familiarity to it. I felt like I was at home cracking up with my sisters. There was no awkward silences; the conversations just kept flowing, no one was judging anyone, no one was competing for attention, it was just what we all needed. It was a time to vent, dork out and gather some estrogen vibes. I think what topped it off was that I was wearing a costume with a lot of feathers, heavy makeup and a make shift peacock tail sticking out of my head and was treated normally.

Not only did we all have a blast, we unanimously decided that we must do it again...