Last night I was finally able to make it to a GNO (girls nite out) with the high school friends. They are scheduled once per month, but I always seem to have a conflict. Truth is, we had a conflict last night too, but D.Jones sacrificed a Summit beer release party so that I could go. In fact, he insisted. He’s a good guy that D.Jones.
So after dinner I made the trek to visit with 3 friends…all of whom I’ve been friends with for over 20 years. Wow. That’s so crazy.
With close friendships of that duration comes an ability to be crazy without even giving it a second thought. Things like grabbing my camera and yelling “Nan…show some dobber love!” and her responding immediately, allowing me to capture this image, even though she knows I’ll probably use the picture to taunt her for years to come.
Now that the dobber made it’s appearance, I probably don’t need to tell you that this particular girls nite out involved Bingo. Bar Bingo. For a cause, so I think that makes it less dorky?
We sat at our rickety little table in the back of the sports bar by the stinky free taco buffet, but it didn’t matter. When I get a chance to hang with these girls, we could be just about anywhere and I wouldn’t mind.
So, with dobbers poised, we made small talk between bingo calls. And snapped a few more ridiculous photos, too. Seems things haven’t changed in the 20-some years we’ve called each other best friends.
As conversation flowed, our chatter turned to kids as it usually does nowadays. I guess some things do change in 20 years. The girls put the usual pressure on me to add a sib for Cooper. I accused them of not telling me the truth about motherhood from the get-go and added “he is 3 and I’m still not getting a good night’s sleep!”
There was a collective pause. Jen and Kris held dobbers still while Jen looked at me incredulously and said “what!? why?” I told them that Cooper wakes two or sometimes more times per night yelling things like “tuck me in!” or “where’s my Hoppy?” Seems stuffed animals get easily lost in the darkness of a 3 year old’s bedroom.
Kris makes a face of disbelief and says “and you go in there?”
My response seemed sillier than it ever has before as I said “well…yeah…what else would I do?”
This is where the honesty of all of those years of friendship comes in.
Jen and Kris burst into laughter. They taunt me with jeers of having laid the foundation for this nighttime craziness. Jen says “how about you just tell him to put himself back to bed?” Kris adds “Oh my God…I would just ignore him until he goes back to sleep!”
What!? I am dumbfounded. How did this not come up over a year ago? How did they leave me hanging for this long!? Couldn’t someone have told me it could be that easy? Who knew?!
Kris adds “If you would have had two right away, he wouldn’t have been that needy from the beginning.”
Now, from anyone else some of the other statements they added may have been offensive. I may have even said something in response to imply that they didn’t know what they were talking about or that they should mind their own business. But these girls do know what they are talking about and I love their honesty that comes from 20 years of telling me that the guy I’m dating is a jerk, or that my favorite Guess jeans with the zippers on the legs really don’t look that great, or that when I promise to be the designated driver, I really shouldn’t do a shot of tequila. Yes, they have weathered the storms with me for years, which gives them the right to taunt me with the verbal assault deserved of one who is being ridiculous. God I love them…
So, I made a mental note to tell D.Jones that we are idiots. Sucker parents…I think that’s what we could be called.
This is why it’s imperative that I make the time for girls nites. It’s that simple.
Even though we weren’t big winners last night on the coverall or the “bingo the hard way”, I definitely felt like a winner after spending a little time with my girls. And tonight…maybe I’ll get a better night’s sleep.