I was such an introverted little shit as a child. As a preschooler, I had one best friend, Valerie (who didn't wear underpants.) In grade school, I had one best friend, Dutchen, who wore underpants, cut herself shaving so badly the morning of cheerleading tryouts that she looked like a cult member, sucked as badly at basketball as I did, and stayed by my side even when she became the most popular girl in our high school. And my four years at Windsor Forest High were spent with my head so far up my boyfriend's ass, I couldn't sniff out a friend to save my life.
I've had a friend here, a friend there... I mean, if it wasn't for Guy, I'd have curled up and died Senior year. Oh, egg wars homecoming week in his mom's Taurus! Nope, I've never been a complete loner, but I've always been a little socially awkward. I don't do bullshit. Or fake. It's not that I don't appreciate it in others, just that I don't seem to possess the skills necessary for the enterprise.
So it's kinda totally 100% cool that in my adult life, I've managed to surround myself with women who completely rock my world. And Saturday night I wrangled almost all of them into a few hours of girl time by the fire pit.
Now let me explain. These are not a group of women who have kids in the same grade at school, work out at the same fitness club, share a sorority sisterhood, or even live in the same neighborhood. The one thing these badass broads have in common is their choice to be happy. My brood have beautiful souls. We've got different religions, politics, marital and parental views. We've got moms, daughters, sisters, and wives. Yet, we can put aside our differences, raise our glasses, and agree that the most heated argument is whether to spit or swallow. No worries here folks.
Women can be such catty ass bitches, and so for me, it is a ridiculously undeserved blessing to have friends like these who will leave husbands, kids, work and the all-consuming laundry pile, to gather by my fire pit to enjoy some revelry and cheer up those who need cheering.
And my kiddo, who seems to have inherited her mother's social awky tawky, is equally blessed to see women putting aside their daily differences for the opportunity to dance and laugh and throw furniture in a fire. She gets to see strong women taking the time to nurture themselves and feed their souls with happiness. (And twerking.)
She also makes a pretty good chaperone, hula hoop instructor, and cartwheel instigator.
It was a good night. A really good night. And I love them all. I don't know how I managed it, but in the words of Kidd Kraddick, I am 'The Luckiest.'
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