Girls weekend: The Report

I've been out of touch for several days because I was on, and then recovering from, a girls weekend. I can't even remember the last time I've set out with some ladies to a destination in another state for a weekend of nothing but rest, relaxation and fun. Here's the scenario: my best friend from high school, to whom I am still extremely close, invited six other girl friends to her family beach house in the Outer Banks of North Carolina.

I drove down with another woman who lives nearby and I have met on a few occasions. I have two girls and she has three so we had so much to talk about on the ride. We soon found out that we both had lost our mothers and so had that in common as well. We left Friday morning after my girls were dropped off at school and hit a bit of weekend traffic but arrived in plenty of time for a little sun by the pool and then the all important happy hour.

All of the women arrived by dinner time. I had met all but one before but didn't know some of them very well. It was quite an eclectic group. There was the single mid-thirties lawyer, late twenties separated mom of twins, early thirties ex-Redskins cheerleader, African American real estate investor, my friend and I and her cousin - late twenties, just married and the spitting image of Jessica Simpson (body and all!).

Friday night we spent catching up and of course drinking plenty of vino. Didn't have a great night sleep but woke up on Saturday excited about the prospect of the day ahead. Had a nice, leisurely cup of coffee, read a magazine, went for a run and then got ready to hit the beach. Can't tell you the last time I just sat on the beach without a young child tugging on my leg, crying or complaining. It was pure Heaven.

That night instead of going out to eat we had found a personal chef (restaurant owner) online who came to the house and prepared a gourmet meal for us that we could just sit and eat at our own pace. Awesome idea! As the night wore on and the c**ktails were consumed (first time having "pink panties"...some kind of gin and pink liquor concoction), the former professional cheerleader and current dance teacher of classes such as "Urban Striptease" was ready to get us moving.

Using the sliding glass doors as a mirror, we lined up behind her practicing such moves as "figure eights" and "peek-a-boo." I must say that if we had videotaped this and put it on You-Tube we would have had over a million hits by now. I attempted to explain this scenario to my husband but the look of pure horror that crossed his face prompted me to stop immediately. Some things are better left unsaid.

Sunday was basically just up, quick walk and then hitting the long ride home. It was an amazing weekend and will be the last childless adventure I have for awhile, I'm sure. I just hope my friend makes it an annual adventure. We could all use one of those in our life!