Summer Breeze

I've been told. No. I've been advised awhile back, that I should be more personal on my blog. It may make for more interesting reading I suppose. Not sure. I have to say though, I've always enjoyed writing letters/emails. The difference with my blog and emailing is the expectation of receiving feedback. I mean really. Who am I fooling. I don't get any traffic on my blog. So that's probably why I will rarely make any comment on political articles that I send.
How-eh-va. On a rare occasion, I will make it personal here. i.e:...the concerts I've been to. Which BTW, were all very, very cool.

So. On a personal note:

I don't get out much being that I'm a stay-at-home mom to a very special kid. So when I do, it turns out to be quite an excursion for me.

I have a very longstanding friendship with girls that I've known for at least 120 years. We basically grew up together. Which in itself is something to cherish. We've all been through hell and back a few times. Of course with anything in life, we grow. We move on. We gain a family of our own. We have children. They have children. We become grandparents. Some friends move out of state. We move on. Yet, we never lose touch with each other. And what a blessing that is. Although it's normally through emails and phone calls that we stay in touch. It's been about two years that we actually got together.

So a few weeks ago we arranged to meet again, this time with plans of having a very cool Girls Nite Out. Seven of us. Women made up of moms...Married...Single...Divorced...Grandmothers. What a night that was. A night I won't forget for a very long time.

It started out with talk of a dance being held in September. One thing led to another and it just skyrocketed. I've always thought that two in our group wouldn't be caught dead at another dance again. Ahh but alas, they decided to go! Another had a very hard time getting a co-worker to fill in for her at her workplace, she got someone the day before her flight to CA. Maybe it was just meant to be. And the rest of us. Well. Speaking for myself. I've been ready to go dancing...for a very long time now. I'm always ready to go tip-toeing thru the tulips for an evening. Any day, any way, I'll be there. Just call me a dancing fool.

Before the dance we met at a quaint little cafe and caught up with our lives for just a little bit. We bought a few bite size tarts for our birthday girl which BTW just happens to fall on September 11th. How's that for a mixture of emotions? We ate. We talked. We laughed. Took pictures. And laughed more.

We arrived at the dance around 8pm. Course in the natural cycle of life, being a woman in my late-*%!#'s my body isn't what it used to be. So the aches and pains are pretty much chronic at this point in my life. Instead of the alcohol and cigarettes we once consumed in our wild n' crazy days, I hit my sister up for an Ibuprofen, just to take away the pain, at least for one evening. It worked. Ahhhh....what a difference......a couple of decades makes. And the fact that I don't go to the gym doesn't help.

There was a live band called the Music Company. They played to the tune of R&B Motown Oldies. Tunes that are engrained in the very core of my soul. They opened with the one and only soul stirring, Hello Stranger. A song that has always pulled at my heartstrings. I grabbed my gf and we did a mean cha-cha on the dance floor. And the rest of the evening is history. I think I may have sat down for about.....oh....a minute or two.


It was indeed a night to remember. A night that I'll have etched in my heart for a very long time. You know that old slogan from the 60's I think it was....."You've come a long way baby" certainly does apply to us. We all have had our share of trials and tribulations. The heartache of death in the family. Mother's, father's and husbands who have passed. Overcoming addictions and other debilitating sicknesses that have only made us stronger women. Being true to ourselves has only brought out the beauty in these fine women whom I call my Soul Sistas' .

I hope we do this again soon. How cool would it be on New Year's Eve..?