Wow, thanks to gaiagal for directing me tothis site for one hell of a laugh.
I had a great time at "girls night in" last evening despite banging the hell out of my fender. There's nothing like a wine soaked evening with your friends, on the porch, under the stars, discussing laundry, weight loss, and bathroom habits. It's funny how you take your friends for granted when you're younger, but you appreciate the effort it takes to get together with them so much more when you're older. My grandmother (the Ma) had "Monday Club" for what seems like my entire life - about eight of my "aunts" and her would take turns every week hosting, cooking Italian snacks (I loved when Ma hosted it because it meant fried dough for dinner), and sitting around knitting, sewing, and gossiping. That is not a bad way to grow old with your girlfriends.
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