May 262010


Every woman needs a girl’s night out, a girl’s weekend, a fun lunch with the gang, (you know, the girls who have your back in a crisis, who know just what to say when you’re feeling down, celebrate the good, help you cry through the bad and laugh your rear end off when you need to blow off steam)- these are ya peeps and everyone needs them.

We have G.R.I.T.S. Night (Girl’s Raised in the South), we have quarterly “girl’s night out” to catch up, lunches to celebrate birthdays, showers to celebrate babies, tennis matches, margarita night . . . we’ll get together because the sky is blue.  We could come up with all sorts of ways to have fun, laugh till you think you can’t laugh anymore, someone snorts . . . and then, IT’S OVER!  If you don’t have these sorta girls in your life, start lookin.’

My friend Kim invited our core group of girls to her Lake House for the weekend.  It started off slow, catching up on what everyone’s kids were doing, new career moves, yada yada.  And as the day progressed, a bunch of us ended up on a ski boat with one of those crazy inner tubes and the world’s smallest life jackets.

Well, actually, Kim said they were Standard size, but for someone who had just had a baby, well . . . there was no way my chest was going to fit into that thing.  [the upper part of MY life jacket was not gonna make the cut.]  The girls were looking at me – and then looking at that life jacket – and away they went with the jokes, the snickering, the snorting and the laughs.

And Kim . . . well – she couldn’t stop laughing. As soon as I put on the life jacket, it was obvious, unless the top portion had 3 inches of stretch band in it, that zipper was not gonna fulfill its purpose.  I swear those were kid’s life jackets, but whatever!!

I jumped into the lake to show off my water skiing skills.  As the boat came around, I grabbed the rope, felt the slack run out and the pull of the engine.  I could hear all 5 girls cracking up . . . about how my boobs were weighing the boat down, how the engine was having a hard time pulling them, when out of the blue, as if on cue, as I was being pulled up out of the water, the Boat Caught on Fire!!!  It Caught on Fire!

It abruptly stopped, I fell back into the water, and with a bewildered look, saw smoke billowing out of the engine!  Girls were hollering, trying to call for help on cell phones with no service, and I’m thinking . . . Did my boobs really cause the boat to catch on fire?  I buoyed back to to the boat; we grabbed a bucket of water and poured it over the engine, but to our dismay, the boat didn’t make it.

To this day, we laugh so hard when Kim tells this story:  She says the life jacket was never the same, the boat didn’t survive . . . but WE DID – and when we get together, it’s like coming home.  We pick up where we left off.  We’ve laughed, we’ve cried, we’ve celebrated and we hold strong to our deep-rooted friendships. Here’s to “Girl’s Night and Great Stories.”  We all need them. But for the record, those were Children’s Life Jackets!!

“A man that hath friends must show himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother.
Prov 18:24 New King James Version

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