Wine, smiles, laughs, snipes, and creeps. That's what my Tuesday night consisted of. (Don't worry if you don't understand the last 2 items...they will be explained later.) Us girls gathered for a little vino following an excellent sushi dinner in celebration of Jessika's birthday. In short: Sushi + wine + girl friends = medicine for the soul.
We all brought different wines, from Cabernet Sauvignon to Moscato to some nasty blueberry wine that Hannah decided looked delicious, and sipped from the adorable wine glasses Jessika had (I would expect nothing less from my favorite Southern Belle!) Most of the conversation revolved around the opposite sex, as expected of a girls night. Then, the creeping began. Yes, you know what that means: Facebook. I thought I was fairly good at this art, but Hannah and Jessika took it to a new level. And not just Facebook. These girls should be private investigators. I'm sure they'd be available for hire upon request.
Hilarity ensued. Wine flowed. Friendships strengthened.
As we crept and sniped (the new term we use when people annoy us), all I could do was smile and be thankful for the new girl friends God put in my life. Jessika decided we are the Sex and the City crew of T-Town. No roles were assigned, although I busted out a Carrie Bradshaw when during a creep, I quoted, "Oh my gosh he's online! Can he see me?!" When they laughed without me having to explain the quote, I knew the night couldn't get much better and that I'd found some great friends.
Then, I thought back on other wine nights with the Shewolves and again, smiled.
Rewind 12 months.
Kate and I sat in our apartment in Lincoln, basically unemployed, waiting for our next big journey. Soon she'd be off to Cali and I'd be off to the dirty dirty. So what did we do? We studied for our "Wines, Vines, and You" class the best way we knew how. We'd sip some wine and dance around our living room, while jamming to music videos (mainly "Shewolf") and busting out interpretive dances.
Yes, I know you can picture me dancing like a fool. And yes, I know you're impressed.
Now this dancing progressed. We got the magical idea to incorporate these interpretive dance moves into our DVR'd Jazzercise episodes. So "studying" quickly turned into a dance party at Northbrook apartments. I know our neighbors were jealous of our fun. Well, maybe all except the ones that lived below us. Sorry I'm not sorry.
While I'm not encouraging excessive consumption of wine/booze, I'm encouraging fun wine nights or movie nights with the people that mean most. When I left the Shewolves, I knew it would take awhile to find my good girl friends down here. Thankfully, the process hasn't taken too long. I'm so thankful for the amazing friend circles I've been a part of, from Sioux Falls to Lincoln to T-Town.
So make time to sip, smile, laugh, snipe and creep. And obviously, bust out some killer dance moves in the process.
