The older I get, the more I realize how important my female friendships are. There is nothing that compares to being with friends who know you and love you anyway. Two of these photos were taken last summer on a "girls only" weekend to Napa (missed you Julie F.!). We were there to celebrate a birthday, but more importantly to celebrate being women together. After a hot, smoke filled drive (that was the summer most of California was on fire) we ended up in Calistoga. After mud baths, massages, and two bottles of wine we stumbled our way into town for dinner and margaritas (I think we had dinner....).
With or without the alcohol, with these women I laugh and become the self I wish I was everyday.
When we all lived on the same street we would often have what, affectionately, used to be known as "White Trash Friday's". It's hot here in the summer, 105 is normal, and we all become housebound during the hottest part of the day. But as the sun would go down on Friday the lawn chairs, with the requiste price tag still attached, would be drug out to someones driveway where we would eat whatever food happened to come out and drink whatever happened to be handy. I loved those hot summer nights, sitting with friends, laughing and telling stories while the "street kids" made their way outside to shoot hoop or ride bikes by the light of the street lamps. Good Times.
One of these dear women lives in Washington now and we are limited to visits a couple of times a year. The other moved one town over but with work and kids and life, getting together isn't something that just happens like it used to when we were altogether here on The Rock; it requires planning now. I loved having these two women in my life every day.
We're planning a trip up to Washington in March when our other compadre will be able to join us and we will once again be a "party of 4".
Because, really, without our friends, who are we?
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