Over two weeks into the 100 Days of Summer Challenge and I’m still going
strong — though I may have slightly overdosed on cultural enrichment and
historical facts. (If I enter one more ancient graveyard I might combust.)
So tonight, it was back to basics: a good
old-fashioned night out with the girls. And yes, we still call ourselves “the
girls.” Don’t question it — it’s a vibe, not a birth certificate.
Now, I know you’ve been dying to ask (or maybe
just politely ignoring the subject), but let’s talk about the hair.
How did my trial run go, you ask? Oh wait — no
one asked? Just me? Grand.
Well, let me tell you anyway: it was a triumph!
The hair stayed up, the ends had a glamorous 1950s flick, and I didn’t wake up
looking like I’d been in a hedge trimmer incident. It lasted all day and all night — things are looking promising
for that August wedding. Kim K who?
We hit Mullingar for dinner, drinks, and the
kind of belly laughs that only come from 30+ years of shared mischief and
mutual blackmail material. Honestly, if any of us ever fell out, we’d have to
enter witness protection — we know too much.
As the saying goes:
You can’t make new old friends.
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