Girls' Weekend

This weekend is girls' weekend. My friend, Lisa, and I made the long trek to Dallas today to hang out with our friend, Allison. Something about girls' weekend makes me so happy - the long, dramatic talks about nothing and everything, the chic flicks and fatty foods, the fact that we tend to get so loud and chatty - there's nothing like it. So in honor of this sacred event, I've decided to tell about a girls' weekend of old. Due to the nature of this story, all names will be changed to avoid any subsequent embarrassment from participants of that particular girls' weekend.
Lucy and I had just graduated from Texas A & M, and we were so excited to be making our first official joint trip to College Station to see our friend, Gretchen. Our other friend, Beverly, happened to be going out of town, but before leaving, she graciously offered us her apartment for the weekend...
For lack of other things to do in College Station, Lucy, Gretchen and I ended up at our favorite bar, Hole in the Wall. We did some drinking; we did some dancing. Long story short, it was late and time to leave. But being that we had done more drinking than dancing, it was clearly not a good idea for us to do some driving. So we did what any College Stationite would do: we called Carpool. I think I should give a quick shout out to Carpool, which is a student-based organization that offers free rides home to anybody that needs a ride, so that people don't feel the urge to drink and drive. Keep up the good work!!!
First of all, on the way back to Beverly's apartment, Gretchen whips out her wallet and tries to bribe the Carpool driver to take us through the McDonald's drive thru. She offers to pay him. He declines. She offers to buy him a meal. Again, he declines. Needless to say, we arrive at Beverly's apartment hungry and looking for food. The next logical step for three hungry girls with no mode of transportation is to utilize the available resources and raid the refrigerator. And that's just what we did.
I can still picture Lucy and Gretchen's sad little faces when we opened the refrigerator/freezer and found two Weight Watchers meals, a package of Saltine crackers, and a bag of pecans. This is clearly not what we're hoping for, but we're resourceful girls and this is just a bump in the road. So we heat up the Weight Watchers meals and eat them. We open up the Saltines and eat them. We even grab a handful of pecans and go at it. It was not our proudest moment, to say the least. But we're giggly and chatty, and we have the best time eating those horrid foods. See, this is what girls' weekend is all about.
Fast forward to 2:30 a.m. There we are, Lucy, Gretchen and I, scrunched up together on Beverly's full-size bed, talking about lord knows what, when Gretchen glances in to the closet and spots a bright blue, formal gown. Evidently, Gretchen loves this dress, because she decides that now is the time to spring out of bed and try it on. Now, this is quite a spectacle, because Gretchen has had a few drinks and this dress is extremely long and flowy. Gretchen stumbles and hops around, trying to get in to the dress. She is finally successful, and I'm in the process of zipping the dress up, when Gretchen looks down and decides that the dress is too tight on her, because in her head, she can see her belly button through the bodice of the dress. Of course this sets Gretchen in to fits of, "Can you see my belly button?" "Am I fat?" "Is this dress too tight?" "Maybe I shouldn't have had those pecans." Drama is always an active player in girls' weekends, let me tell you.
But, always on top of the situation, Lucy and I quickly gain control by combatting these remarks with "you're totally skinny" comments (Gretchen is totally skinny), temporarily calming Gretchen's mood. We fall asleep soon after, and the drama of girls' weekend is silenced...for now. It will inevitably wreak havoc again at the commencement of the next girls' weekend. But that's a whole other blog entry :)