I don’t get out with girlfriends often. It’s one of the biggest things I miss about working outside the home (and my life before kids.) When I do, even if it’s just an errand or a quick happy hour, I cling to the chick-time like it’s estrogen oxygen.
(Maybe that’s because I’m surrounded by wieners.)
Shopping
Ten years ago, I never thought I’d say this, but I love shopping. My love of shopping is weird though. I love wandering through a mall and chattering and stopping to get food, but I hate shopping at a mall with a purpose, because the mission always gets neglected in favor of chattering and wandering. So! Mall time is best with no agenda.
If the agenda consists of actually finding clothes, I love wandering around big stores like Marshalls and TJ Maxx and then convening at the dressing room for an epic fashion show. I have a really hard time picking clothes and a girlfriend always helps me decide what is an “oh nay” and what is a “yay.”
Eating
I love going to dim sum with a chick friend. When I was pregnant, Andi and I went all the time. Totally miss this. A long, leisurely lunch or dinner with a bunch of chattering is pretty much the best thing ever. Besides drinking.
Drinks
When I have a couple of drinks, I get really talky and cuddly. Happy hours almost always end up devolving into some sort of pseudo-serious talk. ( The talk usually seems absolutely ridiculous the next morning.) I love it! Girl Talk Thursday was inspired by the Friday evening Happy Hour dates I used to go on with my girlfriends in Gainesville. We’d sit around a bowl of chips at Don Pablos and bitch about our bosses and talk about blowjobs and confess to kissing girls.
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I have some special rituals with my best girlfriends. Lauren and I drink champagne and watch Jesus Christ Superstar while slashing half the cast. (Look it up.) Then we invariably get all weepy and quiet when Judas cries. Then we fast forward the end so that Judas wears vinyl pants and everything is better. Except for the part (spoiler alert!) where Jesus dies. (We turn the DVD off and go to bed at that part.)
Meagn and I watch movies with cute boys and stay up all night talking about the cute boys. Or we endlessly fantasize about historic homes and hardwood floors and gourmet food and cute boys and my kids and her future kids getting married. Last time we hung out we walked all around a cute neighborhood and pretended to shop for apartments.
What do you love to do with your chick friends?
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True Story: One time, on a cover letter, I wrote about buying my chick friend a purple vibrator to match her car and her mag light. I got the job.
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Hanging with my foxes is some of the best fun I can have, as I'm still doing time in baby prison. We love heading out to a local resto for drinks and pampering in the evenings… I don't love playdates so much, since a) the kids are with you (and who wants that) and b) you can never get any of that uninterrupted, meaningful conversations in during the mayhem. Plus, I love getting away from my HOUSE without a barrage of kiddie crap in my purse and in my pockets..
I love my ladies. I'd be seriously, certifiably crazy without them. (And when we meet, we only spend about 5 minutes talking about the kids – just to get anything interesting out of our systems) and then NO MORE kid talk. We only discuss the good stuff, like anal sex: yay or nay, spectator pumps for autumn, cute boys we've seen lately… that kind of stuff. The life of dreams, I tell you.