My suitcase is packed - in my dreams it is! Does that count? My "L-Girl" weekend starts tomorrow when my daughters, niece and sister meet up in Chicago for fun and frolics. "L-Girl" came about since we all have L in our last names and we wanted to spend time to officially kick-off the holiday season. And so L-Girl weekend came to be. We usually meet the 3rd weekend in November, but we had a clash of commitments so changed our time to get together.
We are celebrating our 13th Anniversary of L-Girl weekend. Lots has happened, missing the train, singing happy birthday in the middle of downtown, finding $400, giving it all away, laughing til we cry and crying until we laugh. We have eaten at so many fantastic restaurants I can't remember them all, the plays have been plentiful and some more comical than they should have been simply because we were together. We unanimously agree we could decorate the Macy's Christmas tree better in one afternoon and continue to wait for them to call us to intervene for them. Doing the windows would come later. Someone always buys shoes, someone always loses something, and we eat what we want, when we want. We even have our favorite spots for a potty stop, er, rest stop!
This year we are going to Orchestra Hall for the symphony, after dinner at Carnivale. (sp?) Our biggest worry is: 1. can we be quiet enough? 2. can we get there without being late? 3. can we sit still long enough? and 4. are we really ready for a symphony?
I should mention we are rather a rowdy group. That's a polite way of saying we are LOUD. We try to be quiet, but we are not quiet people. We are boistrous. We are big laughers. We are the table at the restaurant who bursts out in high pitched chortles and snorts. We talk over each other and rarely take turns when we should.
It's awesome! It's absurd. It's who I belong to ... and I can't wait to be with them again.
Til next time ~