A couple weeks ago, Smitty and I went to dinner. I don’t remember how it came up
(oh wait, I do – you don’t want to know), but somehow we ended up talking about pickles.

Smitty: I’ve been eating a lot of pickles. (Or however it came up.)
Me: You know, I really like pickles. But I never eat them at home.
Smitty: [blank stare]
Me: Because you have to buy them in a jar, and then they’re in water.
Smitty: [raised eyebrow]
Me: So then I pull one out and it’s all wet and I have to dry it off in a paper towel.

[crickets.]

Smitty: You do hear yourself, right?

Oh my word, you guys. We laughed so hard! I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe for a minute. And, like I always say, you know it’s a good time if I need my inhaler.

When I thought I’d lost two years of scrapbook pages the other week, I still wanted to scrapbook but couldn’t handle wading through baby pictures that I knew I’d already cropped and glued onto pretty pages. Instead, I grabbed a pile of high school photos and spent the day organizing them into a shiny new photo album.

Out of all the pictures, my favorites were a set of four from a senior year slumber party. Only one of the four shows all of our faces; the other three caught my closest friends and me acting like silly girls, laughing (probably giggling, if you must know) and throwing wrapping paper at each other – and having the time of our lives.

Is anything better than laughing until you cry with friends who know exactly how to crack you up, who laugh with you more than at you, who don’t think less of you when you snort?

Smitty and I had another conversation recently that made me wheeze with laughter. You’d think talking about our biggest fears would be a serious discussion. You’d be wrong. After we both laughed at my ridiculous (BUT VERY REAL) fear of trains, I asked her about her biggest fear.

Smitty: It depends. You know, if I’m flying, my biggest fear is that I’ll lose my luggage.
Mary: What? THAT is your biggest fear when you’re flying?

I mean, really.

Yesterday I flew to Dallas for Blissdom and couldn’t help thinking of that conversation – and giggle. (Not outright snickering and chuckling, though, like my last flight when I read Tina Fey’s book. Nothing like LITERALLY laughing out loud on a plane.)

ANYWAY, I’m at Blissdom this weekend, assuming the not-scary-at-all tin can I got into flew through the sky and managed to safely land in Dallas without, you know, losing my luggage.

Do you have friends who make you laugh so hard you cry? When was the last time you had a good laugh?

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Last weekend I had the privilege of attending two “girls-only” events. I spent Friday night at a trendy restaurant, sipping a martini and laughing with friends. Then I spent Saturday afternoon at my mom’s house, eating tiny foods and drinking from a tea cup with family and friends.

As if that weren’t enough to make you think I’m a spoiled brat living a life of leisure, tomorrow night I’m going to a movie premiere with my best friend, and on Saturday I’m going to spend several hours scrapbooking with a group of friends I used to work with.

I don’t normally get quite so much friend time or girl time, especially so much so close together. Honestly. But something about these first two weeks of March has meant I practically taped a “No Boys Allowed” sign over half of my calendar!

After the mental whiplash of going from Friday night’s girls night out to Saturday afternoon’s tea party, I started thinking about what exactly makes a perfect get-together for women.

Is it simply the lack of testosterone? (Maybe.)
Does it have to do with fewer kids and, therefore, fewer interruptions? (Possibly.)
Is it the location, the theme, the people, the food? (I don’t think so.)

Given that I have had a great time with women I love in all sorts of places, for all sorts of reasons, eating all sorts of food off of all sorts of plates, I don’t think those details – the ones that stress us out or make our day, depending on exactly how hooked on Pinterest we are – are the key.

I mean, really, if we had to create a set of “girls night out rules” based on the four recent and upcoming events Ilisted from my own life, it just would end up one long list of contradictions.

Send invitations in the mail.
Create an event on Facebook.
Pick the date that works best for you.
Ask everyone what date they can meet and compromise.
Go out to dinner.
Stay in for snacks.
Serve alcohol.
Don’t serve alcohol.
Splurge on a fancy meal.
Don’t spend a dime.
Wear a dress and some eyeliner.
Wear your yoga pants and bring your slippers.
Spend your time visiting quietly.
Spend your time laughing loudly.
Spend your time watching a movie.
Spend your time working on a project.
Make all the food yourself.
Make it a potluck.
Paper plates.
Fine china.
Trendy restaurant.
Drafty clubhouse.
Bring your daughters with you.
Get a babysitter.

See what I mean? Just like the groups of women I care about and enjoy spending time with are vastly different, so are our get-togethers. What they have in common, though, is way more important than the type of plates or invitations or what we wear.

Every time I meet up with women I care about, no matter what the event itself looks like, the same things happen: laughter, sharing, encouragement, storytelling, more laughter, eating (often), crying (occasionally).

Is that all that happens when women get together? Is it all cupcakes and Tupperware and hand-made cards? Do my female friends and family never face awkward silences, never get dirty looks from other restaurant patrons when the laughter gets too loud, never get too tipsy, never snap, never spill, never judge? Have I actually managed to find the only women alive who never compare or criticize or exaggerate or interrupt or roll their eyes at the exact wrong moment during your Very Important Story?

Nope.

Please. The women I know and love? They are all human – just as human as me. And sometimes our humanness, our brokenness, our ugly comes out. Sometimes it can’t be helped. But sometimes, we can move past all that and simply have a good time.

That’s what makes a girls night out successful; it’s what makes those occasions so special. The lack of drama means way more than the lack of men. The focus on what we have in common is way more important than our ability to focus without the interruptions of children. And the memories we create and goodwill we build is infinitely more valuable than any appetizer or craft project we could make.

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