the extreme awesomeness that is ladies' night in
I have just returned from another stellar Tuesday night at LA/SJC's. Tuesday, or "taco tuesday" is a night for tacos (or other foods that usually involve avocados), simultaneous Scrubs and Sex and the City viewing as well as a possible silk-screening, or at least discussing the latest design idea. On my way home tonight I thought about how over the years I have had many evenings that held a similar format (ladies, food, TV, craft of some sort and gossip, of course) but with different groups of gals. And as I write this, I think, its kind of ridiculous:there were Sunday dinners at 184 with Alias and fire (a craft of sorts); Thursday nights with Optometry gals and the occational Ankara and AM's teaching us how to crochet; Friday nights at AM's or BW's with stupid movies and puppy chow (the tasty chocolate-peanuty snack).*. .
I love the regularity of seeing my friends, hanging out, trying new recipes/cocktails** . . . I know I'm not doing a great job of trying to put this into words, but, I rue the day when my life no longer includes a ladies night.
*no crafting, unless drying banana peels counts.
**interestingly, the beverages seem to have gotten stronger over the years, from the shared bottle of boon's farm to wine and now mojitos (with an extra splash of rum, courtesy of SJC)
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