I think after a weekend in New Orleans sharing a bedroom where we chatted about breast engorgement in the wee hours of the morning, we can now officially drop the "internet" off that statement. We are now just plain old friends.
|(Well she's vibrant and fresh-faced, I'll take the mantle of plain and old.)|
I signed up on a whim and almost immediately regretted it. A sour feeling in my stomach deepened as the trip approached. What was I thinking, going to a large group social weekend where I knew no one and most of these ladies already knew each other? Would I spend the weekend awkwardly lurking on the sidelines of the conversations of old friends or sitting alone in my hotel room reading a book?
|Some wonderful ladies and me, NOT sitting alone in a hotel room or lurking on the sidelines. (Too much.)|
It was pretty darn perfect.
You know how you read someone's blog and you think you know them? Or want to know them?
Well, you kinda do. And you definitely do.
(PS. Next year's Blathering is in Charleston South Carolina. Sounds pretty great, yes?)