Good Times with My Girls

Ladies, let us not underestimate the power of a girls' trip.  There is something so invigorating about female companionship and uninterrupted time together to talk (and talk and talk) about our lives, our families, our careers and our feelings.  There is such validation with girlfriends that, no, you're not crazy!  Well, or that you're all crazy together.  Plus, throw in a beach, some champagne, endless snacks - GIRL TRIP PERFECTION.

My 5 besties from the Deloitte days all met in Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina this past weekend (sans kids or SOs). This is our third trip since we stopped working together (first in Florida, second in Atlanta), and we've now had seven children between us.  I bunked up with the other girl who has two kiddos, so lots of "oh-my-gosh-my-house-is-so-crazy" conversations into the wee hours of the morning.

Our friend, Nancy, just bought her beautiful dream beach house.  A great accomplishment for her (and how lucky are we to be her friends!!)

Nancy and her palace

The weekend consisted of eating, drinking and gabbing.  Some walks on the beach, too, when the wind didn't blow us away.  We could also see the beach from the safety on the porch and rocking chairs - which is where we chose to sit most of the day.

coffee with a view

Jen gifted us with monogrammed champagne flutes (in acrylic, very smart).  We made good use of them all weekend.

Three times we headed into town.  Once on foot, as we walked around a large loop on the island.

We had lunch at a little pub in the sun, made another trip for more champagne, and also bought t-shirts for the littles in hopes of photoshopping a combined kiddo picture (fingers crossed). 

We also forgot Jen in the back of the car....

Twice...

Saturday afternoon involved a little nap on the porch, which felt like Heaven.  We were interrupted by a group of fraternity brothers renting the house next door, and they came over to talk to us about the "real world".  (As in, they are graduating and think their life is over. We assured them it's not.  I've never felt more old, haha.)

naptime

we promise that 30s/40s is not that old, dear boy

Saturday evening included fancy dress and seafood on the water.  And being sad that the trip we had planned for so long was coming to an end!

I flew home early Sunday morning, rejuvenated and happy (maybe with a slight champagne headache). Love these girls and can't wait for the next trip!  Let's get it on the calendars - Chicago 2017?