Ah, the eternal question: WHAT on earth do women talk about while they are on these ‘girl getaways?’
Men, listen up; here’s EXACTLY what is discussed, in alpha order:
Books. Who is reading what. And why, for example, did “The Elegance of the Hedgehog,” have to end as sadly as “The Story of Edgar Sawtelle.”
Children. Whose are doing what, and with whom. And, you all tried not to sweat the small stuff. At some juncture, you all did consent to letting them play video games and watch TV, in order to mainstream them, and saved the sweat for later, when they were teens and wanted to wear a “I LOVE BUDWEISER” tee-shirt to church.
Current age. This discussion can include anything from Biotin and Botox, to Brazilian blow-outs. (Anyone tried Moroccan oil?)
Recipes. Have you tried Barefoot’s roasted chicken and Giada’s lemon shrimp?
Other weighty topics may include:
Who uses bag lettuce, who does not.
Who has a cute pocketbook. And who does not. You all went through a Le Sac era, then ran the gamut of the Eric Javit’s styles. (Then at least three in the group will jump to their feet and offer to go shopping with the cute purse-less soul. She found one at Target).
You talk about shoes. Not cute ones, but ones that are comfy for those with heel spurs and such. (At least three in the gang will rise to the quest and offer to drive the others to that great shoe store nearby, and so on).
Later, after shopping and several walks, you talk about where to find a cute bathing suit–somewhere in that quite remote realm between the style of Pippa Middleton, to that of Queen Victoria. After several canapes and glasses of vino, at least one in the group will open up a laptop and get on Garnet Hill’s website and give us a slide show. Whoo hoo! Another will open another bottle of wine and then open a Real Simple magazine and do a thorough style search.
You have dinner reservations for a night or two, meanwhile the kitchen of the vacation home is STUFFED to the gills. You could survive for weeks on end–what with the muffins, coffee cakes, granola, herbed turkey breast, chicken salad, cracked wheat, all manner of Trader Joe crackers and dips, homemade hummus, sun-dried tomato tortes, and a pan o’ white lasagna with mixed greens, Trader Joe’s dark chocolate and chocolate-covered edamame, paper bags chock-full of paper products, and panini maker– that you all hath brought forth.
As well as fun, light topics as above, you have also logged the following venting hours:
3,000,002 hours talking about infants, sleeping, eating and toilet training (bottom line: nap whenever your child does; even those who eat only Cheerios will still enjoy sushi later in life, and, as for the latter–train during the warmer months and use Reese’s Pieces if needed).
4,000,200 hours of “What would you do, if…?” (bottom line: if anyone says anything untoward to you or your offspring, your group will take ’em out).
5,000,312 hours about schools and the college process (bottom line: no school is perfect).
Save the heavy intellectual discussions for times, other venues. Lean, back, relax, and let the gab roll forth.