Well, guess what? (imaginary drum roll, please) I'm headed to the beach tomorrow! As an early Mother's Day gift, I'm getting away for a long weekend with one of my dearest & oldest friends, Lisa. (she's not THAT old -- you know what I mean....) She lives in SC and will meet me in the quaint & utterly charming city of Charleston.
My personal tour guide (Lisa) has booked us for every form of tour available (horse drawn carriage, walking tour, by boat, bus, hot air balloon, trolley car, helicopter....) Everything short of a tiny Chinese man pulling our rickshaw.
And THAT's just Saturday's schedule.
Lisa & I worked together at a law firm for years before I got married and moved away. Suffice it to say, we have been through a lot together. I mean, a LOT. Lisa was with me every step of the way while I was a naive pilgrim in the savage world of dating. That girl dated vicariously through me -- sharing every broken heart, every disappointment, and then rejoicing when I found Greg and being my bridesmaid.
She even had the guts to discourage my marrying that gay guy a few years earlier -- now that's a REAL friend.
I haven't actually seen Lisa for about seven years (thank goodness for e-mail). I hope she recognizes me, as I've entered that delicate "season" of life where I discover acne nestling into my wrinkle crevices. Sort of midway between puberty and menopause. Somewhere between hot pants and hot flash.
I still face the daunting task of deciding what to pack........ hmmmmmm, what makes me look fabulously thin, what weather should I plan for, and most importantly, what matches the darling apple green spring purse I bought at that yard sale? Such weighty matters! That reminds me, I've got to pack my Spanx to wear with my swimsuit. I'm not sure I'm ready for the FIRST swimsuit appearance of the season. Brace yourselves, folks, it's not gonna be perty.
I'll write with a comprehensive Charleston report when I return. Until then......