Girl's Night!

As the FC crowd already heard, I had a girl's night at my house.  This has been a solution that had been rattling around in my head for a while - what with breaking up with the former love-of-my-life and becoming seriously attracted to another, who although technically single, is about as available to me as Barack Obama is to the head of the Birther movement, having a grandpa committed to a facility rehab, a depressed grandmother who keeps buying mountains of food, and needing to find a job and place to stay by July.  In other words, I needed some time to become emotionally reattached.

And sane.

Another pressing concern was cute-ness. Since I have become single, I have tried to wear clothes that flatter me more.  Jeans and t-shirts just don't cut it.  So last night, when my friends were here, we had a clothes swap - and I got a few new outfits to wear.  The rest we delivered to Goodwill - and, with the new space available in our respective closets, we went shopping there as well.  It was much fun - even for the girls that were not interested in the concept of shopping to begin with.

The bonding that took place was good - I was not sure that the two groups of girls that I invited would mesh.  But they did that well.  Everyone was nice to each other and more importantly, not awkward.  The stories each person told, of failed romance, of relationships, of goofiness, of themselves were so important - and I think, at some level, healing.  Because we had all been there, we could console each others' pain - and rejoice in their triumphs over the communal guacamole.  For those few hours we shared a bond that was real, regardless of external pressures and the stranger factor.

Girl's Night made it all better.

(So thanks - and I promise to stop sounding so cheesy.  Because that was pretty cheddar-esque).