I came home from Astoria last night feeling all but totally healed from yesterday’s minor funk.
The boys were no-shows, and I do believe a toast went round the table when we discovered this was the case — not because they aren’t totally integral parts of a Tribe gathering, but because there was something really great in discovering we’d landed ourselves in the middle of a few hours of unfettered Girl Time. Four girls, two bottles of wine, assorted cheeses and sweet sopraseta, the conversation was giddy, sweet, funny (maybe a little catty) and most importantly, ever so healing.
Something I’ve decided: I feel completely free to have any number of unsuccessful romantic relationships as long as I choose my girlfriends wisely. Oh yes, so that smacks of Sex and the City a little bit, but on some level it’s true.
Seriously, you’re rocking the jackpot when you have girls who will listen to your Too Much Information spiel, withhold any sort of comment that resembles, “oooh, you shoulda been smarter,” and then lean across the table, cigarette torches blazing, and say,
“You? Are fucking fabulous.”
I hate to sound like a cheesy MasterCard commercial, but that is priceless.
Almost as priceless as the moment the table realizes that you are the one single girl there. Or when you realize you’re also the drunkest one there, by stumbling into the kitchen stove.
Drunk on a Tuesday, talkin’ about totally taboo, inappropriate subjects. My mother would be so proud.
Sometimes I think men sit much too heavily on women’s lives. We need too much, we depend too much, we pressure too much, we’re ever-present (even when we’re not), we almost always put ourselves first, we just weigh too much. It’s great to have such good friends to help with the load.
sweet thing, it’s what we do. where would we be without our girls?
and you? you are FAAAAAAH-BULOUS!
Michael, I find your blog interesting, but you’ve got one too many s’s in the url…thought you might want to know.
I for one never let the boys’ presence keep me from being inappropriate.
Just checking, LJ, to see if readers are alert! {Amateurs, god.} I fix.
Had I been there, I totally would have called you faaaaaabulous too. FYI.
The Tribe? But Fish, I thought you weren’t Jewish…
hee… different kind of Tribe. But for these kids… I’d be Jewish on Tuesday nights.
are fucking fabulous indeed.
ummmm michael, speak for yourself.
fabulous indeed.
I’m fabulous? Well, I never actually said that I am. It’s nice to be thought of that way, so I do accept the wholly unsolicited compliment with my usual modest demeanor.
I feel for you, since I’m the only single woman at most gatherings I attend, too…I’m only sorry I wasn’t part of the auspicious, torch-laden, wine-soaked fabulousness…