Girlfriends

So this weekend I ended up at my friend Heidi's. Not so unusual, right? This weekend she had a few of her childhood friends in town to visit. Apparently it had been many years since they all had been together. I was reluctant to come over because I knew there would be a lot of "inside joke" moments and other "remember when" times that would leave me clueless. Besides, if this was her old girlfriend weekend, why would she want me to come over anyway?

Obviously I ended up going over there. And for the most part it was fine. The girls were all very nice and although they are all about 6-7 years younger than me, we seemed to find some things to talk about. I suppose the strangest part for me is thinking that my baby sister just turned 32 this week and here I am hanging out with people even younger than her. It shouldn't matter, and while I was sitting there talking to them it really didn't. Still, there were times when some of the the things they talked about or did while I was there couldn't help but make me feel so much um....wiser I suppose.

Once the girl drama started to pick up after midnight, I knew it was time for me to leave. I am sitting here today trying to recall if there was ever a time in my life when I was angry enough with a girlfriend to yell and scream and almost come to blows. Ha! It makes to laugh to even try to imagine it. I suppose the last girl I was ever that angry with was my freshman roommate in college. Even with that, I was way too passive aggressive to do much more than quietly seeth in her presence and then complain about her to others later. Ah youth!

Still, I can't fault Heidi for being angry with her friends that decided getting high in the next room from her sleeping daughter was a good idea. Once that little faux paus was revealed, I knew the party was over. I never cared for the stuff myself and can't stand the smell, so yet another reason to call it a night. Besides, I am way too much of a control freak to think that altering my brain with drugs to be anywhere near fun.

Honestly, a fun girl night for me is sitting around the table with a bottle of wine and playing board games. Damn I miss my girlfriends! I don't care how old or boring it sounds. I suppose the club hopping and mindless consumption of alcohol is just something I outgrew. I'll still go to a club now and then but the people that know me best know it is an effort for me these days to do it willingly. I am much happier with smaller get togethers than stuck in a mass of people with music so loud you are reduced to hand signals to communicate. I definitely turn into a cranky old lady. When did that happen to me?