It has been too long, Internet but I have been frolicking in the woods like a wee nymph for the past few days and it has taken me awhile to get readjusted to life here in the jewel of the NorthEast Kingdom. BUT! Lucky for you, I’m back and betta then eva. (pronounced ev-va, not a-va)
This past weekend was my yearly sojourn with my best friends from high school. These women have known Your Average Mom since she was a NKOTB lovin’, cut-off glove wearin’, asymmetrical ponytail sportin’ typical eighties gal. Needless to say, there was lots of vodka, champagne, pork and mosquitoes. And vodka. Our planning consisted of many emails discussing the different varieties of martinis we were concocting for the weekend and who was bringing the bacon and who was bringing the chocolate and who was bringing the spare vodka.
When we arrived on Friday, JG, TK and I set up our campsite. This is was no pup-tent bare bones campsite. This was something that would be been used Bedouin travelers in Ancient Arabia. We spared no luxury. One 10-person tent in a leanto for sleeping with four queen sized air mattresses. One 10-person tent for dressing, with our nicely pressed party clothes hanging from the tent poles. And one screened in tent to enclose the picnic table and the cooking area, aka: the bar. We spread these accommodations across two camp sites, so as not to be too cramped. Plus, we wanted to be as far from other campers as possible. Apparently Your Average Mom can have way above average vocal projection when she has had a couple Dirty Martinis….. or when she is entirely sober.
It was depressing to have the take the tents down after only two days and head back to our adult-type lives with children and husbands. But we certainly cherished every single moment and mimosa. For Your Average Mom, this yearly retreat is a refresher that rejuvenates my heart and soul. We spend one weekend carefree and unhindered from the daily concerns of our everyday life and pretend we are 17 again. It also reminds what a wonderful support system I have in these incredibly intelligent, funny, beautiful women. They accept me entirely for who I am, flaws and strengths, and I know they love me just as much as I love them.
They are less friends, and more sisters.
So thank you, my sistas, for a kick-ass weekend in the “woods.”
“The most important thing in life is your family. There are days you love them, and others you don’t, but in the end they’re the people you always come home to. Sometimes it’s the family you’re born into and sometimes it’s the one you make for yourself.” – Carrie Bradshaw
