I did something this past weekend that I haven’t done since I got married. I hung out Friday AND Saturday night. Big whoop right? Well, it kinda was because I left my husband at home and had some really good chick time. And I needed it, more than I realized.
Don’t get me wrong, my husband is hella fun, we have have a lot of similar interests and he is silly, nutty, crazy just like me. And I like kicking it with my dude..that’s more than some married folks can say. But there is something to be said for hanging out with your girls and soaking up some good old estrogen. And since I have blogged about my angst about being left out of the loop by some of my single friends and how it really hurt, it was good to get out and dance and have a female listening ear. I even ended up being a wingwoman for my sorority sister on Saturday night, as I did my best pass and assist to help a handsome goodlooking (c. 2009 Babs In Blogland) secure her phone number.
And I’ve been thinking about it since the weekend, just because certain folks don’t call me anymore since I’ve caught that marriage disease, doesn’t mean I don’t know several very nice women who would welcome a call to step out to have a drink or grab a bite. So I figure I need to be hanging with those folks anyway, right?? Right….I believe that it takes a friend to be a friends and since we don’t have kids yet, I still have quite a bit of free time to spare.
So here’s to my girls, who reminded me that girls don’t just want to have fun, they NEED to have it.
At least every once in a while.